I’m just a hybrid half-blood
A fraction of the would-not; has-beens.
The song persists, keeps counting down
Till I make my next frown
And never forgive me
For barely trying
Never forgive me, again.
Footsteps on the back porch
The night after Higgons died.
Take me to your favorite bike path
Would you take my dog for a walk?
And tell him I miss him.
I barely tried
Tell him i miss him today.
