Drawing Broken Hearts

Drawing broken hearts
in coffee clouds and foam.
Cinnamon and milk,
caramel and coffee.
Evening falls over a chilling prairie.
You’re leaving me here
with just a smoking habit and rum.
But don’t come running back;
You’ll think of me long before
I think of you…

Cigarette ends the only remnants left
of your presence
in strange crevices of my house.
Ashes and smoke,
mirrors and shadows.
Never was much for
telling you how I feel.
We were vagabonds
in need of someone
but the roads separated one night
when you lost your mind.
Think of me when you’re
out there somewhere, alone…

A few rum drops at the bottle’s bottom.
Taste of it lingers on lips
like coffee rings on my table,
Nights and fights,
stars and bars,
guess my restless soul settled
before yours could.
Just remember when you
walk out my door tonight
I’m gonna be strong.
There won’t be a tear on my face
until you’re gone,
then I’ll think of you…

And I’ll only break down once
in the moment it takes for you
to disappear on the horizon,
never going back again…