zebrasindenver

all another city

another time

place

she lays not here

not anymore

no more forever

without her

She turned 29

And away from me.

Anything to eat he asks,

I haven’t opened the fridge wider than a beer can since she left.

Am i truly that forgiving

or

just the purest masochist

Tomorrow,
Coffee,
Bed,
Bukowski,
A mourning off of sorts.

Awake again before light

stumble, blinded, bathroom

Chopin echoes

cat

is she awake?

oh my darling drug

there is peanut butter on all the knives

macbooks

sancerre

a romance in 2015

and she bleeds

in mysterious

ways