Eight Ball Corner Pocket
10.6.2018
I called eight ball side pocket
And as I drew a bead off the cue
You exited corner pocket
The bar door
As if it were your queue
I thought I had at least some control
But it was me got played
In this game called love
Tried to keep it together
But as I lied to myself
You left the first moment you could take
I should have known in the beginning
As we racked up
The irony
We call it the break
Now I’m the eight ball
In the corner
Hands in pockets
Alone and wondering
What life has racked up for me
I used to think
My game was with you
But now I look around
Every ball I see a cue
In the blankness of their faces
All I want to see is you
No names
No faces
In my life’s games
I know my place
Alone in this corner
And in this corner
I take my queue
And turn to face
The faceless view
No names
No faces
In my life’s games
No agenda on my docket
Called my fate in life
That was until
I heard you call
Eight ball corner pocket
