I happened to find myself
longing for some kind of
change, you were telling
me this in that little
cafe on the corner and
in that moment you left
you took away my breath
we were breathing
in the same air, now
it’s 2am and I’m drunk
again alone in this
two dollar room,
I open the widow and
look down at the street
and I try not to
think of you.
The neon signs flash
girls girls girls
as the radio plays
kind of blue,
the cigaret smoke
burns the back of
my throat as I
look down at the
holes in my shoes,
now I close all the blinds
and I turn off the lights
cause I don’t want to
face the day and
I, I won’t ignore
it’s true that I’m lost
and I know because
I’ve been here before,
and these days are
getting cold and if
the truth be told
I guess I miss you
I miss you …
Clay.M