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My Hat (Complete Re-Write)

My hat is hung on the stray bullets that barely missed,
Some attempt it was to end my life
You won’t ever find me waiting again

The kids who waited for you to come back and make this broken place
A functional home
The wallpaper we placed to make it feel less empty
And those kids are still waiting

My hat is hung on the moments I left behind,
Some attempt I made to fix my mistakes as they were happening
You won’t ever find me waiting again

The arms stayed waiting for you to come back and make this broken body
A safer place to stay
And the wallpaper we placed to make it look less empty
And those moments lay to waste forever

My hat is hung on the footpath you used to walk
Some attempt it was to lead me home
You won’t ever find me waiting again

The windows are now closed
We’ve let new strangers in
And poured our medicine to our veins
And we waited

My hat is hung on the same coat rack you got me last Christmas
Some attempt I made to come back home
You won’t ever find me waiting again

The doors have new locks
A harder place to find
And the floors are made of stone
And I laid on them trying to find their warmth

My hat is hung in your closet
Some attempt you made when I came back home
Where I found you waiting to be found

Shane Clouthier

By Shane Clouthier

The "C" in CKP Media, Shane loves to sell Yu-Gi-Oh! cards on the side when he is not busy showing people new mattresses to help improve their life. Also, an avid poet Shane has self published his poetry in book format. A man of many mediocre talents, we still aren't sure what he is actually great at.

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