there are street corners i know
like the wrinkles & moles on my hand
but only in photographs.
and i've got those balconies
down to the flaps that neighbors let down
to shield themselves from the rain.
i'm looking at someone else's photos,
it's something i indulge in
nobody's ever going to say
they never felt that
and maybe we just gotta make our own
pull teeth, make way
say it over and over again
but it ain't over
till you say it's over
where were you last happiest
and with whom?