A Souvenir
When you get up to go
I will hopefully not quiver my lip
or stand to bite my nails
as I lean against the railing to push you off
gone for life
I'll always be glad
I guess I'll never know
what it's like to have a wife
like you
and ever be able to see the sky in the Texas sun
or whatever it is that you see
in her
as the wind blows through your hair
on the San Antonio airport freeway
the southern coast crashing against the shore
with that darned salt in the air
