She's gone.
Soon they all will be.
Another year down the drain.
At least this one was almost productive.
A week til I'm
Forcibly united with three.
Three months til I see the rest.
At least one will always be there.
My rooms is in shambles.
I've been trying to reduce it down
But it's not working.
Somehow it just seems to grow.
No assistance comes
And I sludge through what I have.
It's a long process.
Most of my possessions are still in here
Waiting to leave but not quite sure how.
This place is small and dark
But the view is nice
And the people are good.
For a week I will live out of the suitcase
I bought at Goodwill
And hope I can afford gas in my car.
But in a week I will have a home
In three months I will have a friend
And in many years I will be a success.