This morning
poetry kissed me
on the forehead
as she stole 20 dollars
from my wallet and
drank the last of my wine,
then left the room.

When I woke up I saw
there was a note pinned
to the broken refrigerator
in the living room.

I cried as I read,
"I will never be enough for you,
so I'm leaving for a while and
I'm taking the booze with me.
Maybe you should move
closer to the ocean
and we'll try again."

Thank you, though, my love.
I guess it has been
more years
alone with you
than I want to admit anymore.

Nice...

I like it.

always enjoy the way the people in your writes just come to life. momentary inclusion. very nice plastic! :)

Gone,,leaving you once again,,alone..
Still,,finding a smile,,under your frown,,as
YOU now wear,,the only Crown...
Great write man...

plastic_pancakes...like it alot...each stanza gets stronger......
teasingbrunette

What a story you tell. Always waiting to hear more....