The Trade

I keep the receipts for things I didn't want.

I keep the keys to doors I never open.

The day is a long hallway.

I am just walking down it.

This is the trade.

This is the cost.

I am

counting the hours

That I

already lost.

You ask me how I am.

I tell you about the weather.

It is

easier than saying

I don't remember.

This is the trade.

This is the cost.

I am

counting the hours

That I

already lost.

One day.

Maybe tomorrow.

But probably not. (ahhhh)