So this was posted this morning automatically and I felt inspired sitting in the sunshine reminiscing about the last three years of Sam and Nikki’s tumultuous divorce.
Caged up in my quiet kitchen writing
a text from Nikki that says Sam’s leaving
early November some morning dawning
sipping my coffee while I’m still yawning.
Wrote a letter I never delivered
just wanted better a life without her
told her she was only in the way here
and really hadn’t been his wife in years.
Quite high I did things that I shouldn’t do
sorry’s just a word not my point of view
not my most shiny and not my most true
that was a totally stupid move drew.
Your best friend is not your friend anymore
you wish you knew why you wish you knew more
can’t trust a person walking out the door
my old friend won’t talk to me anymore.
Cold lonely words always making her cry
four years no birthday no word of a lie
won’t listen to reason won’t even try
letting this moment define her whole life.