the optimism of morning
upsets me and the tree leaves rustle
to remind the guy that doesn't fit
into his shirt that it'll all be over
soon enough

i've written here before about love
and look at all the good it's done me

reminds me of the corner with the spider web
spider waiting for the undead
to rain down into his simple kingdom

it's the momentum of the fall
that gives the dying a sense of meaning

the casual shoulder is leaning
on the door frame of a closing door

goodbye epilogue