Mattress

She flipped the mattress
and I averted my eyes
The blood on the fabric just poured fear into my lies
She muttered its over
I knew she meant us
I flew into a rage and I hopped the next bus
Now I’m down in Houston
Where the sun cracks my skin
And each night I dream of washing the sheets and wake up shaking again

There’s nights I still fall
And I track down the gray
And I walk past the windows that show me my life is passing away
If it’s a trick of the light
Or a sign of my age
If we passed on the street I pray you wouldn’t know my face
But I still see yours
In that early morning light
With the dust from the mattress surrounding you like angels in flight