goodbyethe...

goodbyethere was that blue warehouse just down from Grape St. on 30th,and even my blood was anticipating,my vision blurred and there you werewith your back to me behind the counter.all i could think to say was your name.you turned and said, "hi. thanks. take care."as i gave you your things and leftso unsatisfied.

tomorrowf...

tomorrowfour months ago tomorrowwe were still pretendingwe were in a relationship,and my heart weighed heavyupon my chest, and i couldbarely take a breath without crying.four days from tomorrowi will be heading Eastin some form or anotheri don't really know yet,and i probably will neverspeak to you again.four months from tomorrowmaybe i will finally stopwriting this shitty poetry;maybe i will finally feellike a human being againwith a full-bodied heart,ready to love.