Again, You Win

i've got a confession
hidden under my breath
for the wind to carry
all my regrets
i don't pull on the blanket
i'd rather just shudder
in the stale warmth
escaping these covers
this same street remembers
then and forever
passerby's who try
forgetting each other
waking up late
into the same day
leaving too little time
to wash your memory away
I've got a confession to make
hidden under my breath
i loved you enough
to fail the same test

Mike Brande
12.19.06