It's a little after 1:00 p.m.,
When I finally decide to pour the first one:
She ended us in an email that
I read around 12:30 p.m.
And I replied, and said "okay,
I'll accept the end of the romance
but I can't lose you as a friend."
And then I sit, half-listening
reading The Pleasures of the Damned,
car outside the motel room door, sick in
and I realize suddenly
Just how much I'll miss her.
December 22, 2008.
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