We tried to have nice things
our first Winter together in the same apartment
the windswept streets whitened at evening
cluttered and shabby we
romanticized each others presence
in that darkened bedroom
many an afternoon
fervently boozing
fornicating wildly
willingly reciprocating
each others
willingness to learn
what love meant personally
that first Winter
was affectionate
and memorable
things worked for a little while
my reclusive drinking
a novelty at first and
slightly humorous but
how much a tell tale sign
of the wreck my life was becoming
my love for you was real
and nothing more than what Romeo wanted
with Juliet
that was long ago and
you are probably engaged to a veterinarian
or
shacked up in some lukewarm residential situation
your heart is probably not in it so
why kid yourself
you are still a hot mess
without me
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