Once Jeff

I tell him one last time
Jeff, she said she was sorry,
that's all she could do,
it was all in a moment see,
you would've done it too

She still could have thought twice,
what did I do wrong?
I married an idiot.

Yes you did,
now make your choice.

So he left,
will she know you're gone, Jeff?
Will you tell her you're done,
with her and this,
whatever this is
you're finished?

That's what he said,
at least
that's what he told me he said,
he's done with the girl and
all she brought with her.
A bag of issues over her shoulder
but there was a smile on her face
the first time he saw her.

The last time she shone like that
was at least a year ago,
it came back when she slept with him.
Jeff wasn't that him,
he was done with her for sure this time.

You can't save her, Jeffrey,
it's time to move on.
There's plenty broken glass in the sand
for you to dig up
and maybe piece back together.
She is the vase you couldn't fix,
and there's nothing wrong with that.

Everyone finds missing pieces
you are too determined.
Some things can't be fixed,
but that's alright.

He left the town, left the city,
left the world behind,
crying on the couch
screaming at him
as he ducks into his car and leaves.

You'll be okay, Jeff,
I really believe that.

He takes the car to the shore and watches
the worlds water fall over the edge of the horizon.
The tides coming in,
he can breathe.

He walks on glass but he doesn't collect,
he's found his paradise and
he's pretty proud of himself.

It takes a lot from a man
to do what needs to be done
when it conflicts so much
with what he thinks he wants,
but I sit with him in the kitchen one day,
he says, “No more collecting glass,”
now he sits on the dock, big fish reeling
and he's inhaling and exhaling
the fresh air feeling.