We Don’t Talk Anymore But 

I still roll my sleeves 

The way that he used to

And still hop low fences 

The way that she said to

Those morning stretches 

Reach back from old classmates

These gentle chords 

Rang first for old lovers

An ex of mine taught me 

How To Tie a Windsor Knot

An ex of his taught me 

How To Take Life in Stride

It goes _under, then ^over

Then _under, then ^over

And when you fuck up 

You shrug it out and laugh

So after all this time 

I’m still nothing more

Than pieces of people 

I no longer know