over half your life

looking out the window

thinking of all the women

you have let down or never

had the chance to let down

loneliness is realizing you

have lived over half your

life and can’t remember

the last time you kissed

a woman and it meant

something

even worse, you can’t

imagine that changing

anytime soon

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look around

if you take a moment

and look around and

realize you’re in the

middle of a bob ross

painting

life isn’t that fucking

bad after all

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like a pair of comfortable shoes

she never tells you she loves you

takes it for granted like a pair of

comfortable shoes

eventually, you will grow apart

find your comfort in the arms

of an easy woman on the east

side of town

all in the hopes that someone

will get jealous and realize

her error

years later now, and she never

has

never even wished you the

best of luck

tells you to lay in the bed

you made

no time for the argument

she thanks you for letting

her go when she needed

you the most

two souls that don’t know

how to communicate will

always come to the same

solution

learn and let the new love

reap the benefits

no use being bitter for

the rest of time

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hungry for love

an old soul

that the world

has left behind

hungry for love

but the long line

hasn’t moved

in years

at this rate

it is becoming

more and more

clear dying alone

is the most likely

conclusion coming

of course, the

lottery could pay

for a companion

though luck doesn’t

often work that way

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squeeze a few poems out

we’re back to the old routine

of a medical facility waiting

room a few times each week

now

gives me a chance to squeeze

a few poems out

maybe do a little people

watching

hell, maybe even dust off

the imagination and take

it back out for a spin

the world continues to spin

off the axis

yet all the people i know

keep chugging along

of course, it ain’t exactly

living

but only the rich can do

that anymore these days