I thought if I could

I thought if I could
get her I could
do anything.
When you’re young
you think one thing
means something else
like step on a crack
can break your
mother’s back. I don’t
mean I’m superstitious,
it was just–
she stood for everything.
She just stood there
looking so far away,
like I could never
get there where she was.
And I had to have her.
And it was all easy,
she just buckled.
I just said some
dumb shit to her
and bam she was mine.
So then I did all
the other stuff, the job,
the house, the kids.
And it turned out
I never had what I wanted
again. Getting her
didn’t mean anything.
It didn’t mean anything.