death of a salesman

death of a salesman
who sold me on it, sold me on it
enough to drag me across, stretched my arms out
opened wide. there was a night we were alone
while the jazz hummed outside
and the salesman told me he was so in love with me

and the breaths we took were open wide
mouth pushed air and we screamed and we sighed
as the night was falling, the salesman held me tight
told me i was the only thing right

the thing about life, it comes and it goes
where the wind blows, sucks out our last breath
in the depths of that room i opened my legs out wide
and let the salesman steal my heart as i let go of my pride

it's strange to look into the eyes
when a lover becomes a stranger
and there is no recognition of that city with jazz
of him holding my face, us sauntering with grace
as though we owned the world one street at a time

death of a salesman
he sold me on it, sold me on it
convinced there was no need to keep searching for a sale
and the moment we both realized that the love was all gone
he packed up his things and disappeared into the air

perhaps if he looked into my eyes he'd see he wasn't there
the memory is flaccid with no strings within my stare
as he steps into another lifetime i hope he's free at last
without the need to sell anything, to lay back and relax
and if that song goes blaring on the street side down below
he'll hum a bar and smile for me, and recall that life before

rest in peace