friday night
you walking alone
in the cold
across a bridge
and i don't know whether
i want to forget it all
and drink
or attempt to deal
knowing i am weak

so i sleep
the music comes on

this afternoon we shut the blinds
and the sun squeezed through
golden yellow
orange
the room closed off
to the afternoons
that are so short
and precious

waiting for night
hoping i'll feel alright
squeeze my cat tight
until he wants to fight

right

it used to be different
when i was alone
need need
and now i'm left

right

into the night
i'll be awake
feeling as though i should write
not knowing what it is
that makes me cry

a mew from kitten
reminds me