nice day

oh for fuck’s sake.
now what happened
Again?
Are you serious?
You can’t be serious

but I am
I am
I so am

Life says

Again and again and again

and then there’s that moment where you have to
sit back
breathe in and
exhale
ex…
…hale
until you want to

don’t bail

on the floor
crying
after the bills were paid
don’t leave

don’t leave
don’t leave me
please don’t leave

but they didn’t listen
never believed it
thought it was all a joke
all part of the game
thought it was all ok

waving sweetly
have a nice day

and finding out the next day
what happened
what was left behind
the epic loneliness
the devastating pain

waving sweetly
have a nice day

and all that was left
was nothingness
and no more days

so take care
don’t leave
when he’s
when she’s
crying

crying

real tears
no Lacoste in sight
crying
real true salty

tears, man, tears

asking you
kindly
quietly
like a child in the night

don’t leave me
stay
don’t bail on me
don’t go away

just stay with me
until I can cope again
until I can work again
live again
see again
breathe

even if it’s just a minute
an hour
or the 24 of the seven

don’t smile sweetly
and go away

stay a bit
join him, her
join that person
that human
that living, breathing soul
and make that nice day.

threegoodwords©2014

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