It Wasn’t You

It wasn’t you who helped me overhaul
perspective in the pits of 22
years old. You gave advice, but overall,
it wasn’t you.

Some bar room rules you mentioned – that is true –
and how to flirt or even fake a drawl.
But thinking on it now, your mots were few.

I didn’t beg for expertise in mall
affairs. I’d have you think before you do.
Reviewing memories, I can recall
it wasn’t you.

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