When You Get Here

When you get here
It'll be two years from now
And I'll be married
Happily married
Living in Ohio
With a child

When you get here
It'll be spring
And warm
And I'll be mowing my lawn
Seeing your car pull up
Wondering
How I'm going to tell you
That you're late
Too late
Far too late

For a second too late
Is still too late
And two years too late
Is laughable, really
When you think about it

When you get here
I won't recognize your face
The face I loved
Belonged on a man
Two years ago
A man who thought
He had nothing but time

Time to run around
Time to kill
Time to waste
Time to love everyone
But me

You take your time
You take your chances
Don't you?
Don't you think?

When you get here
I'll send my son inside
And smile as I do so
So as not to make him think
This man on our lawn
Is anyone he should concern himself with

He is my only concern now
Now you are just a man on the lawn
That I have to see to
Much like I would see
To a politician going door-to-door
Looking for a vote

You'll know
You'll know as soon as you see me
You'll know that the person you're looking for
Left a long time ago
And to be honest
I haven't seen her since

You'll nod your head
You'll accept this fate
You'll climb into your car
And once again
You'll leave

And a part of me
Knowing it wasn't possible
Knowing it wouldn't have made a difference
Knowing that I should be happy
With what I have
With my marriage
With my son
A part of me will still
Guiltily still

Wish you had gotten here
That one second sooner