Untitled... PJ

She said to me... over the phone,
She wanted to see other people.
I thought, well then... look around!
They're everywhere..
Said that she was confused...
I thought, darling... join the club!
24Years old, midlife crisis,
Nowadays hits you when you're young.
I hang up, she called back, I hung up again!
The process had already started.
This shit happen quick.
I swear I died inside that night.
A friend he called. I didnt mention a thing.
The last thing he said, was be sound!
Sound...
I contemplated an awful thing, I hate to admit.
I just thought those would be such appropriate last words...
But i'm still here! this small
So small... how could this trouble seam so big?
So big?
Well the palms and the breeze still blow green
And the waves in the sea, still absolute blue...
But the horror! Every single thing I see, is a reminder of her...
Never thought I'd curse the day I met her...
But since she's gone and wouldn't hear... who would care?
And what good would that do?

But I'm still here.
So, I imagine in a month or twelve.
I'll be somewhere having a drink
Laughing at a stupid joke or just another stupid thing
And I can see myself stopping short
Drifting out of the present,
Sucked by the undertoe and pulled out deep
And there I am standing
Wet grass and white headstones
All in rows
And in the distance there is one
Of on it's own..
So, stop, kneel...
My new home!
And I picture a sober awakening
A reentry into this little bar scene...
Sip my drink till the ice sticks my lip
Order another round!
And that's it for now...
Sorry!
Never been too good at happy endings!