what happens when you hit rock bottom
not once, but twice...

I told her it's like going through a breakup, or...
It's not so much that I miss him, or the way I...

I have accepted you,
not as an inglorious extension...

there are frantic attempts to
fill the blank spaces...

and it all comes back
when red and blue flash...

drifting
with no destination in mind...

Am I sick of life
or sick of myself...

I'll be here,
whatever "here" means...

it's not enough to write about the loneliness...
or conjure metaphors that will be accurate enough...

Before the stifling winds reach
the nape of my neck...

I never remember the nights
being this unbearably long...

I have homeless knots
hanging in my closet...