56 (ought to leave the young thing alone, but ain't no sunshine when she's gone)

as of late my minds been a mess. and you've returned to your old haunts... my dreams...

one evening you joked through the beer that we should be married. secretly i wanted you to be serious. you know i would have said, "i do."

For years I waited

For you to care

Even half as much as I did

Cared so as

To Divine us together

You never did

And now, I don’t

and here i remain at the break of dawn as silly and sloppy as ever
lonely, regarding the backs of my palms
the bed of nails
made so neatly
crows in the gray morning
lush green in the moments leading up to rain
thinking of how i dont care about you
yet you linger
i loved you, so what
good question.