88 or Night with Rain

Forgive me for being absent minded

The apartment smelled of you, my past lover,

the car smelled of you, my gone father,

my cigarettes taste of you.

I rode around today.

I saw the city I live in. 

Reminds me of my past homes.

I want loud music!

and loneliness

The joyous kind that comes 

from meeting a friend later.

I don’t understand lying beside anybody

I don’t understand lying beside anybody

It’s off topic

Better than the alternative,

my dear. 

My friend.