Checking In

Teary eyed in the courtyard

In the car by eleven

I curled up in the back seat

Face wet against the leather

I saw closing the gate

And the cast iron cut right through me

That’s when I felt the weight

And the pain that was all consuming

I don’t think you understand

I’m never getting over this

I’ll be laid out as an old man

Singing songs that make me reminisce

I don’t think you understand

You’re the last face I think I’ll see

When my body checks out

And nobody’s checking in

I walk out to the porch

On my house outside the city

And there’s an empty patch of grass

Where you were meant to grow your chilies

I sit down to my left

And drink coffee from a table

That’s placed between two chairs

And overlooks the coop

A puppy runs through the yard

Chasing after a pigeon

As a voice I’ve learnt to love

Calls me to the kitchen

I don’t think you understand

I’m never getting over this

I’ll be laid out as an old man

Singing songs that make me reminisce

I don’t think you understand

You’re the last face I think I’ll see

When my body checks out

And nobody’s checking in