Kevin Mileski: Listen/Look

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Come and go by and think of who
Who am I who can be affected so much?
Who are you who can talk and give so much?
Why are my changes changing everything?

The coffee stained table
The coffee stained teeth
Are the stains of what I haven't made me
All stare at me, yell at me, staring at me always

The orange glow of the motel lights
The tragic figures of Friday nights
The saddest beggar with no fight
Will always make me sing

The very last cigarette of the very last pack
The dulling pain developing in my back
And the strangest life not yet on track
Make aging something very very mean.

What difference did you think you'd make
When all you've ever done is take?
When all I've ever done is take,
that difference was for me.

CHORUS

The slightest sound would perk my ears
The loudest one had summoned tears
For whoever would listen
Would be around for a while.

Fingers black from too much writing
Fingernails short from too much biting
the heavy heart of souls unknown
would always make me sing