lining all my pockets with
essentials of the night
a flask, a pack of cigarettes,
a lighter that will light
checking for my debit card and
wallet filled with cash
the sunrise will discover that
my body’s turned to ash
the bars i hit will not acquit
my memories of you
there’s no restraint without a
taint of what i will construe
for shoeboxes of destiny are
filled with photographs
your face i trace with tender
grace as reach exceeds the grasp
i walk and drink whiskey and
think about all that we were
i’ve read the words of gods and
men but still i am unsure
‘bout the reasons for the
seasons if there’s reason at all
late afternoons within your
room are what i best recall
i’m five beers in and switched to
gin but nothing can compare
to those quiet late afternoons when
we would just lay there
i’ve been with women since you
left and sometimes close my eyes
but still they will not feel
like you no matter how i lie
then you came back but i in
fact learned why i let you leave
you were in love with everything,
well everything but me
and so tonight i drink and
write and walk these late night streets
my claim to fame is victory by
letting the deceit
convince my mind that i am fine
without you everyday
but all i ever do is drink and
watch l. a. decay
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