I wasn't ready.

 So, this girl I loved...

I met her 20 some odd years ago, 

there was rain, 

I was wet walking in,

she grabbed my arm and led me outside,

we danced,

what else do you do?

be with the moment, 

That's all she ever did,

responded, be present,

now she cant,


she's lost in the the abyss, 

and there is nothing i wouldn't give to find her,

 

I wouldn't be who I am without her, 

I still can't imagine who I'll be without her, 

I can't,


She was a better person than I'd ever hope to be,

Ever,

Ever,

Bukowski wrote from where he was at, 

I do too, 

I can't afford comfort women to tell me I'm ok, 

the baseline is too high,

so I don't bother,

but life, LIFE, 

for one reason or another,

has value?

I guess,

sure,

 y'all motherfuckers don't understand how short life is, 

and none of you cunts understand 

THIS,

THIS,

HERE,

NOW,

IS ALL WE GET,


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