Left behind


If an earthquake were to shake the remains of my being, what reason do I have to run to a door frame?

Indeed I have a future

Yes life goes on

But what is life without love

How do you know how to be treated and how does one know yes and no and right and wrong and crazy and sane?

How does one distinguish the difference

Pepsi, Whisky, 1AM, poetry and green tea windows seem to take the place of love sometimes
Other times nothing will suffice.

A father figure found on the streets, a role model made of weeds and flowers climbing a statue of someone who should be there in person. I'm left to lay to stare to wonder..

What the hell is so wrong with me,

that I have been utterly and completely, left behind