Goodbye

god does not work in that mysterious of ways i have found
i just watch him cushion me enough to keep me around
well some little birdies told you i was trying to be better
so you responded to me with a thousand word letter
a little birdie told me that you do not need me
i should have replied that it is just not in a way that any bird could see


"[You] can feel me healing and [you] hate it."

I know those one thousand words better than anything
my picture spoke nine hundred ninety nine
you heard them all
embarrassing, predictable, mine
just as the missing one