Midnights thoughts.

My midnight thoughts.

I am drinking alone at 6 pm and the night is going so damn slow and

I drinking the Blue Moon and I fall into the old songs.

Almost 9 pm and I pour a glass of whiskey and a glass of water and

I tell the night. Damn you Kelly, I miss your face, I miss your voice.

Almost midnight and I feel so damn alone and 

I dance alone in my kitchen.

Tonight I told the night.

Maybe love, maybe not.

Maybe I have become the forgotten man?

Elvis is singing to me at 1 am and 

I tell the glass of whiskey.

Damn you Kelly,

where were you when love was sweet?

Where were you when I yearned for the kiss,

the midnight dance?

Tonight I drink alone and

I have accepted my solitude.

I told the dead poet, John Donne.

Damn your words.

“You don’t find love; love will find you.”

Now the old poet wrote to paper.

When you waste the gift of love,

when you forget the kindness of love.

What do we become?

Coyote