Her heartbeat echoes
Through the corridors
Of my memories.

Her aroma intoxicates
The fragile essence
Of my sobriety

Her words resonate
Through my mind
Over and over

Her faithlessness extinguished
The raging flame
Of my life.


I am defeated.

As this greyhound takes me closer home
My stomach turns
And I go numb

Memories invade and **** my sobriery
Flashes of the past
Interupt and remind me

Reasons I left, swore to never return
I look at my life..
Reminiscences churn

My mental infrastructure shakes violently
Threatening to collapse
Losing inner harmony

My conscience splitting, down the middle
And I lack the education
To solve this riddle

Greyhound stops.. Its final destination
And I find myself again..
Seeking salvation.

It matters not where I go
All roads always lead me
Home.

That ****** bar fly.
That **** stained old man.
How could he capture
the essence of a human?

I read and read and read his words.
His thoughts.
And I have to ask,
"How can someone so flawed
be almost flawless?"

I spend my Sunday's praying that someday
I can have just an ounce of his insight.
Is it the countless drinks?
The years at the post office?
The failed relationships?
I would give my right eye to
have his talent.
But then...
Why would I want to be a dead, washed up, *******?

i hate to start this poem out
with the word goodbye,
but its time for us to both move on
and i say so with a sigh.

i wont forget the things we did
and all the memories we share
you will always be a part of me
and remeber ill always care.

i know we ended on bad terms
and things didnt go as planned
but please cherish all the good things we did
for all those things are grand

im done with hating you
for breaking my heart in half
and im glad we can talk some now because
you can always make me laugh.

im happy with the memories
the talking on the phone all night
but im happy now that we have both moved on
and there no longer is a fight

i am thankful for the lessons you taught me
and the all memories we have
so goodbye my first almost love
ill never forget our past.