This letter like many others
Will remain unopened
Will go unaddressed
You could be anywhere right now
Not dead but always in a different spot
Cooped up in a car
Sitting under palm trees sipping on gin cocktails
Lounging in a hammock by the sea
Resting on a massage table as fingers dig into flesh
Lying on a bed of imported fur by the fire
While she slips into something a little more comfortable
Something that you can take off with a cheese knife
Looking into the face of another paid for the hour girl
Small but long legged
Tanned but *****
Tracing the apple of her cheekbones
Thinking about the lips below
Telling lies one after the other
Such beautiful lies dipped in money and wine
My hard-earned money and your wine
May it run out soon
Let her keep your shirt the next morning and my old phone number
I know you will never seek her out again
But why do you still look for something that you’ve lost so long ago?
It cannot be found in your precious vineyards
The office
The extravagant parties full of pretty little nobodies
You turn into somebody by a getting a taste of fruit that hasn’t been plucked yet
Your empty little glass condo with the mini bar and huge bed
A bad investment but so you were thrilled at the idea of a water filled bed
I could never say no to you but I should have cut you off long ago
I did what I could all in the name of love
I let you into the all the corners of my heart
My house
My family
My babies
My business
All for what?
A set of keys in the end
The same gorgeous view
And no news of you