eyelid ceilings (the lucky penny vs. the unearned contendor)

late night hello
i bought you a souveneir
in a city airport
from a city i barely know
i said
i thought you disappeared
all those years ago
now i'm in a place i call my own
i keep it for show
and to tell
the truth
i don't really know much at all
some weak arms holding up
stronger hands
and a sky beats you 'til you're blue in the face
the clouds roll in
since we all love a good mystery
it's all ancient history
they've got to write the books
and get the facts straight
sort it out from the fiction
smoothing out the friction
and the silent echo

of your voice still ringing in my ears