(Michael Timmins)
I don’t know what you got
but I got a bag full of heartache and yarn
I think of him almost every day
while pulling seams and keeping them all at bay
I don’t know what you got
but I’ve got a life full of regrets and dreams
It’s not as bad as it sounds or even seems
I miss him almost every day
I taste him with every breath I take
while gathering herbs for my potions and charms
but I don’t really care
I enjoy the what if’s and could have beens
Circe and Penelope
sitting on a bench
overlooking the turquoise sea
holding hands and spinning yarns
and watching Poseidon blow the boys back in
I don’t know what you got
but I got a chest full of beauty and dirt