Black Coffee or Shit We’ll Never Get Back
So much hangs in the
So much feels irrevocably
lost. You know, feelings and shit–
shit we’ll never, ever
But really, they’re just memories
now. Even me sitting here
chewing this bagel like
somewhat of a cow, drinking my coffee black and
somewhat bitter, my
staring across the table into his
ice cold eyes–it’s already just a
And what are memories, really?
Stories we want to believe in? Stories
we can’t let go of? Stories
we tell ourselves to fall asleep?
Stories we’ve already
“Have fun be safe”
I don’t know if he means it, I never know if he
means it. I’ll never know.
He waves goodbye.
I’m blacked out by the time I hit the highway