Bright Eyes

He always gets so mad things you laugh at.
"Don't get so worked up." you'd say. but on the
back deck you admit that you haven't felt much
like laughing lately anyway. And so I say, "that
could change."
I noticed how you waste no time making your way
across the room. You leave a wake of tongues
still waving after you. And it isn't no coincidence
where you finally choose to stand. I guess soon
you will be leaving your man.
It's a sweet smile and then a denial. Hey, you
are just trying to be nice. But there is a meaning
to every fleeting action you unconsciously