And in a moment of great revenge,
My mother once poured a pint of beer onto a man she had left
And said “well… she’s alright, if you like freckles, I guess”
She watched the drink drip down his face,
and even still, after all of that trouble, he just walked away
It’s been years since
And it’s still one of her biggest regrets
It’s all I can think about these past couple days
I finally have time to kill
But I hope that when I end up in my mothers shoes
I drink the pint, rather than spill
Swallow my pride
And waltz back into the bar when I see what’s lost to time
Laughing with my friends who still think I’m insane
I hope I look through that window and I smile
Knowing I’m okay
Letting it all rush through me
Every moment coming back to me
The diner
The pillow
The mistake I made
The car ride late at night
The pale glare of a spotlight
The way you smile when you meet his face
The beach where we named each and every horseshoe crab
The beautiful girl with freckles you once had
The beauty and the scale of the depth of our world
Even the pint of beer
Even all the hurt I still push through every year
What a gift it is that I am still here
And that my mother can tell me these kinds of stories
