loose threads

it was good to see you tonight
to pull the last threads from the spool

sitting in the dark
drinking coffee gone cold

suffocating on cigarette smoke
and all the things we can't say

down at the beach where the kids smoke weed
we say our roundabout goodbyes

we build a scaffold around the elephant in the room
with small talk and light chatter

i've said none of the things i wanted to.

and then its time to go