I'm not sure what I'm
doing
where I'm going with this-
when it's nightfall and I
really should be
going to
bed now,
I have an early morning,
early morning rush-hour
traffic and you need
the car after 10

It's always after 10 with you,
whatever that means,
you know what that means

I'm so mad about you
and if after 10
you slink away
you decide to chase your dreams
(****- you know I hope you
do)
just let me follow
behind you

this
poetry.
art.
the godforsaken life we chose
can happen anywhere

but life without you
in rainy Portland traffic
without you

no after-tens with
you?

I can't stand the thought

There really is something worse
than being alone.