H&M

A tear for you, and a tear for him
each day is sullen, each night is grim.
I cry, because I’m watching you drown.
I cry, because you won’t put the needle down.
I’m no good with poems, and one other fact holds true:
though my heart remains heavy, I’ll keep praying for your break through.

“If I never see you again I will always carry you
inside
outside

on my fingertips
and at brain edges

and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.”

― Charles Bukowski, Living on Luck