Begin by putting away boxes
The music of midnight footsteps
The warmth of hand embracing fist
The taste of coffee and cigarettes
Tucked inside
Replace the mark on the wall
Where a frame used to hang
With a poster of a naked woman
With a beer in hand.
Open yourself a can, raise it
To the wall and say “To forgetting”
Swim inside your covers void
of another skin. Steal
the cold under your pillows. Feel
the vast space that the bed
and you have become
When the desolation sinks in, resist sleep.
Who knows who might visit you
in a dream.
A series of long nights loom.
End by smiling.
Patience is a virtue,
Forgetting is a must,
And the moon awaits company
It’s you and her for a while
Into the night you say “To forgetting”
you raise your beer again
But no one will be listening.
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