It’s Lonely, Knowing

Speaking to no one

The cigarette stains my lips

Wet

I try to get to you

The answering machine tells me

no

Speaking to the walls, I formulate what it is I want to say

I am alive

My love

I am alive

I spoke to the night and she told me nothing that I didn’t already know before

The empty bed-side draw

Your clothes strewn about the floor

God, I miss you 

– 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s