Somebody Else He Stopped For

Woke up early, porch still cold. Mailbox same, what I know.

Neighbor's place looks different now. Mine looks just the same. Road was quiet,

night was long. Guess he never slowed. Must've been somebody else he stopped

for. Easy thing to miss, I guess.

Plenty worse folks out there than me. So I tell myself.

He'll circle back, yeah, that's for sure. That's what I'll say.

Must've been somebody else he stopped for. I was decent when it paid

to be. Kept my mouth shut strategically. Called it grace, called it control.