i debated about a late drive
against the cars
coming home from bars.

came back here instead to wait
for morning.

and just as i've accepted
that you will not always be here,
i, too, have accepted
that i won't always be here either.

i don't even know
what i'm hoping for here, exactly.
i lose sleep in this city
thinking about it.




i need a fucking break.












anything.