Ticket

While building your bridges

you stopped halfway

just to burn them down

and,

the first chance you got,

you got a ticket to

the first Greyhound bus

out of town.

You didn't realize that

a boy like me

would chase a girl

like you down.

My memory serves me well,

the last of you was the

back of the bus leaving town.

I didn't have the heart

that you had.

But maybe that's why

I needed you so bad.