Sunday, June 18, 2017

c'est tout

Poem from the heart to myself in a year from now.

Self, I'm here to tell you you will not think anything special

about this day a year from now.

In the grand scheme of things, this day will not even

register as good, bad, happy, or sad.


This day is nothing, a few beers and tears

for a woman who never gave you the time of day.

c'est tout


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