Letter to a no-name slob

I remember the hospital waiting room

I sat alone, screaming and crying 

calling out for a doctor

I was on my way to pick you up

My mom got you and 

you both came to meet me

doctors gave me morphine 

and you sat outside 

it was all too much for you

I remember when you first visited 

We sat in bed together trying to find

a movie - I mentioned my favorite 

and you agreed to watch it

Breakfast at Tiffany’s 

As the introduction played

and Audrey Hepburn’s name

scrolled across the screen

I saw you reading the plot

off of Wikipedia 

Five minutes later, 

you were back scrolling instagram 

acting as bored as could be

Come on, it’s a good movie!

Just give it a minute. 

A few more minutes passed,

you reached for your phone again

I changed the television

to something I don’t remember 

It was just too much for you

At the end, before they run

out of the taxi in the rain

Paul says to Holly,

You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing.

And you’re terrified somebody’s going to stick you in a cage. 

Well, baby, you’re already in that cage. 

You built it yourself.

I hate to see you trapped

but I know there is nothing I can do

When you hear Moon River

and avoid it like you do me,

you’ll remember the world is lonely

and though you’ll try to convince yourself,

You know you can never ever be free

Next time you lose your cat 

and chase him through the rain 

Don’t blame him—

he had good reason to escape

And don’t blame me—

for letting you live with your indecision.

I can’t wait around the bend

for a no-name slob who belongs to nobody