With a propinquity to disaster
It literally destroyed me
In the moment you were gone
I was burning photos
In a fire pit in the backyard
Sulking up the street
I fumbled my bottle of whiskey
In the plastic bag
I was carrying
Unsure of what kind now
Something cheap I hope
I heard someone call out
“Oh no he broke it!”
I can still recall her voice
Pieces of glass rattling around
Though it’s over 14 years now
Such a strange step backward
From the top to the bottom
And if only for love all of it
How many rounds it is unclear
At this time two at least
If only to be loved
It was really all I wanted
Abandoned once before
But in this memory I
Couldn’t hold my head up
I fell down off my barstool
Wandering into a random spot
I gave my all to lose the lot
Domestically proven bought the home
I could cook I could clean
I could work to conquer everything
But I could not vanquish love
I saved my own life in the end
But not without the consequence
Of losing more of hurting more
Trying by mistake to love again
This is the result of survival
Still being it should be said
Books cannot be written
If the writer is not living
And so the quest for ardor
Continues on penciled in or penned
© GÄ
Poétique 