I can’t tell you

How many times a day

I say, “Let’s hang this up.”

There is no use in it.

I’ve got no heart left.

Only empty applause

From the echo chamber

Of stolen thoughts.

Why do I bother any more?

There used to be a soul in here

Somewhere

Before I wrung her out

Dry.

Sanctuary can only be found

In sinking further out to sea,

Down deep beyond the horizon

Of what I don’t want to

Admit that I know

About you.

You know, too.

But let’s pretend for another

24

Hours

Beers

Years

Out of fear

That being alone

Could be infinitely better

Than this.

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