Turning the Page

But it's no use You were my favorite mean excuse Who are you

when the camera's rest? Do you ever let the room get missed?

Do you burn the toast and miss the train, laugh too loud in summer rain.

I tell myself I'll lay you down. A headline from another town

and I turn the page, but you're still there, a silent parting

shot in the dark. A weightless stare. I turn the page,

but it's no use. You were my favorite mean excuse. Separating me and

you. I turn the page, and here I choose