The full moon was setting
over the Potomac River
as I crossed Memorial Bridge
into Virginia
on my morning walk
NPR was banging my eardrums -
a not so subtle attempt to
drown out my own thoughts -
my denials turned into outrage
my anger morphing into bargaining,
then depression...
She said, "what'cha doing baby,
walking across that bridge?"
"Just chilling," I responded.
She said, "Why don't cha
come here baby,
chill in my arms?"
over the Potomac River
as I crossed Memorial Bridge
into Virginia
on my morning walk
NPR was banging my eardrums -
a not so subtle attempt to
drown out my own thoughts -
my denials turned into outrage
my anger morphing into bargaining,
then depression...
She said, "what'cha doing baby,
walking across that bridge?"
"Just chilling," I responded.
She said, "Why don't cha
come here baby,
chill in my arms?"