kindly forget about me for now
and remember only when it is too late
to call me and ask aloud how i've been

i've been trying to define loneliness
though feeling little
and i sometimes go whole days now
with only your shrill laugh tingling down my spine as a reminder

when does anything ever truly sink in?
does life really grant us any such moments?
one second fantasizing about what could have been
next second frantically punishing myself for what should have been
next second fine, calm, drunk, high, gone, elsewhere, reading poems