what is my place

this season is different
dim lights, warm weather
lost jobs, lost sights
caught in the current

of cold spring nights
spent thinking on the eve
of bitter winter memories
that cannot be forgot

i wroteyou

so many drunken letters 

that i never sent

once i push the thoughts ofyou

out of my head, they are gone 

forgood

i keep the letters in case 

i must remember

but trust meyou're not special

all responsibility

is gone >>>

push out to make room 

for the trivial 

exponentially less 

important thoughts

done is school

done is bills

done is me

done isyou