Ryan David Orr

Jagged Edge


Lay down, you jagged edge.

Far sweeter than the words, far sweeter than what is heard is the air between us

that watches as we shake, and the meaningless importance of these promises that break.

Forgive me, jagged edge, you were crying.

And I know I don't know you well, but I'm trying, I'm trying.

And look at me now: on my own again.

And don't you, jagged edge, don't you make me laugh?

But I know you're never coming back, I know you're never coming back again.

Jagged edge, can't you smell the rain?

Jagged edge, can you take the pain?

Tell me now, can you face the change?

If not today, then maybe someday.