Good Will from Augustine by Courtney Swain

You broke the spell
While I chipped the same tooth
At least five times
Trying to cast the words

You didn’t even look me in the eye
You didn’t even flash a warning sign

I’m on the curve
With all your week’s refuse
The rotting stench
The ever-spreading bruise

The many walls we built around our shame
Swept away so maybe this is a sign

To live minimal, a straight line
Into the ocean where my ashes fly
Fighting with seagulls
As I wave goodbye, as I wave goodbye

You stuffed my voice
In an empty shoebox
One of these days
I’ll be the belle of Good Will

I woke up from a dream into a lie
I suppose that now’s as good as anytime

To live minimal, a straight line
Into the ocean where my ashes fly
Fighting with seagulls
As I wave goodbye, as I wave goodbye

Don’t look so sad, it’s just our time
To let go of the gifts we find
Somebody else will tend the fire
Keeping our dreams warm at night

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