I’ma little worse off when you’ve gone Lungs heavy and dry like old concrete Orange embers lay like dying stars on the pavement Winking against the purple-blue night.
I paired you with scotch Or was it white wine? I can’t remember for the mute thunder Blooming in my crown.
I don’t remember much these days What the boys are saying, How I am feeling… How ought I feel?
Good enough- But not to reach for another No- I’ll ease back And relish the memory of you a little while longer.