the other side of happiness
i saw a picture of
my father with his
obituary in the paper
that's the first time
i've seen him in
20 years
after going to the
funeral and putting
together some puzzle
pieces
i guess my father
told everyone what
he wanted them to
know about myself,
my sister and my
mother
there's two fucking
decades and so many
questions that are
now gone forever
but i suppose it should
be monkey see monkey
do
i should just pack up,
move away and start
a new life
with no guilt, no
memories
no worries that my
past will haunt me
until the day i die
i guess i now know
what it's like on the
other side of happiness
never the leading man
blissful thoughts
in the throes of yet
another miserable
day
the sweat on your
back
the tears of your
dead father's sins
you have learned
over the years that
women run from
baggage
they only "change"
a man on television
or in the movies
you look in the
mirror and see a
character actor,
never the leading
man
the money is good
but it doesn't buy
the same things that
fame does
trying to remember
the bliss again
stuffed animals using
weapons in a texas
biker shootout
there's a smile
the better of both of us
whispers in the
dark
two broken souls
trying to find a
few seconds to
recover
pride, time, a
second chance
where did the
love go
where did time
get the better of
both of us
was it dangling
off a silver bridge
cheating death
one too many
times
i'd give a kidney
to sleep in your
arms tonight
you look me in
the eyes
yes, i know
you prefer cash
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