Gum

On days like this,

I like to chew gum,

Simply because

There’s nothing better to do.

On days like this,

I’d rather chew gum –

I mean, it’s better than

Thinking of you.

And I wish I could just blow up

Every memory of us I’ve got,

So like a bubble of gum

They simply could pop.

But the only thing that’s similar

To the gum I like to chew

Is that all I can think about

Is that sticky mess of you.