Tigers Say Grrr

Tigers Say Grrr

The light burns my eyes.
My fingers are too tired
to pick out any tune on this old guitar.
I think I’m calling it a night.
I think I’m calling it goodbye.
I think that letter you wrote me
was absolute, total bullshit.
I think you never meant
a single word you said,
especially not “I love you”.
I think I could have been
the best thing you ever had,
but now you’ll never know.
And I can’t believe I’m thinking about you now,
sitting halfway down a slide
on some abandoned playground,
reading graffiti scrawled in Sharpie
proclaiming “tigers say grrrr”.
Well, I guess that’s my lesson to learn, then,
that nothing is what it seems.
I won’t let it fade away.