let me go
to find the
found in me
I could write poems until I pass out
but do I pass through anyone’s mind?
I wonder if anyone thinks of me late at night
Something that can happen so quickly
affects us for such a long time
Your death will last much longer than your pain.
This temporary emptiness
feels equivalent to a million wine glasses.
You're fragile, drunk, and dying.
That's a lot of alcohol.