Counting Down


Counting Down

Weeks into years, years into lives
Welcome signs hanged on every town

Towns into mist, mist out to the sea
We could be stones if we had to be

I am through with counting
Counting up the days
That I've been counting down

I see me in his car, all youth and reckless hands,
Staring at me, startled, and wondering who I am

I want to tell you, double, to leave him now and go
But I know you'll want him twice as much
And then say I told you so

I am through with counting
Counting up the days
That I've been counting down

Minutes into months, months into years
Closing signs clothing every town

Train inside an hour, he'll be out for days
They laid and numbered all these sleepers
Up to this very day

I am through with counting
Counting up the days
That I've been counting down



© Brendan Bonsack
September 2016