you’ve moved on to bigger and better things
basement flat to 33rd floor
concrete floor to hardwood
solid oak doors
rings and things I couldn’t bring
your art collection now upscale
I remember when you loved mine
when you begged me for my last paintings
don’t have time for my ragged sort anymore
drinking coffee in the coffeehouse
giggling about silliness we made up
sitting at scratched up wooden tables
for hours that passed like minutes
now I’m the no longer wanted cup tossed in the trash
I should have known better
should have spotted ms. so-she-shall climber
you’re not the way you was before
just a stepping stone I were
so you stepped away to somewhere far away
get away, go away, who needs your type
you’re off in philadelphia or new york now
I haven’t heard the latest nor do I care
but I guess I do ‘cause I’m writing about you
a love I thought might save me
became disconnected, unlisted, unwilling
