Jessie & My Whetstone

we watched documentaries up through morning and then you kicked me out.
You opened up your screen door and threw me off the porch.
It was summer then and I drove home whistling muddy waters down the pike.
And that was that: our one sweet night together.
Under highway signs I watched our love start fluttering and dissipating.
I counted all the headlights to make sure I was all right.
Now I'm wondering is it me or is it me that can't see silver linings?

So I fucked it up. I watched you go.

I saw my hand not dialing the phone.
All I'm left to do is remember the dull room we sat in blue stream
light watching the strike of '59.
I dreamed of wrecking my underwear.
Oh can't I touch your cheeks somewhere
under dirt filled rainy nights with my socks stuck in the mud?
Please come dive in puddles with me.