letting go of my hold

back in town i want to see your face
again just by accident, but all my prophecies
came true while i was on the road.

she kissed, you mist and the next title
is a new we for you to write. hope
it doesn't bite. meanwhile the way of usage

recedes into a future that's my past. my friend
calls me sage cuz i'd written this page, engaged
a soothsayer's last card i spill laughter on yards
of woolworth card love. you fit like a glove,
oj's, and i acquit you of all it, bury a gilt lined guilt

know the knife's in its hilt and we can catch up
with each other when a rebound is built
and destroyed or maybe it's real this time around
as real as the time you and i were lost/found.