I remember more
Or the dander -matted floors
in the dreggy kitchenette?
And all of the pills and the visa bills
that you hoarded in the butler's desk?
What could I have
done for you as a friend?
I seldom served
Never was the one
that you imagined, deserved
Secrets unveiled in each
new batch of mail we cart away, bi -weekly
Onus abounds,
liability compounds anyway,
posthumously
What could I have done for you?
As a friend, I seldom served
Never was the sun
that you imagined deserved.
Never saw,
never purged in the basement,
submerged,
never smelled the impending flood.
Just fresh towels, clean sheets,
even found time to trim the weed
Being sure not to track in the mud
Thank you for consoling me
as we scrub the mold
and trash receipts
and drain the sink of silt
But I don't want to feel right
to sleep soundly through the night.
Don't de prive me of my guilt,
of my guilt.
Guess we could have warned her.
Learn to guide without any fight.
Don't be fooled by the corner ,
find fault where fault lies.
You