after the night rocked itself comatose,


you still shook me like


god was playing dice with us and jupiter.





between the laughingsohardwecried


and brief, meaningful silences,


there was barely space to breathe


and we didn't want the night to end


but the sun was catching up to us


and we're too poor to stall the world.





hand in fragile hand we walked west


to nowhere.


passing streetlamps and curb


after curb till dawn broke


and life stared at us again.


young and stupid feels so much better


than the responsibilty that comes


with work.





walking back into the house,


wading through passed out party animals and


empty bottles of everything man could imagine


i tucked you in,


kissing you good morning,


and even though we slept on the floor,


you never cared i couldn't afford a bed.





walking to work, taking the same path we walked


just hours before,


i realize that the road seems longer


alone.


and i'd never thanked god for anyone before.





but god got his first appreciative comment from me


in the mid-morning sun that day.





i think that's why i went home and you weren't there.

07/10/2006

Posted on 07/10/2006
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