It's 6 pm, the sun's just going down. But I am not reminded of you, for my love was as absent, as the sun at 7.
I wish I could say my affection was like bone on bone. Raw, unabashed, painful, but I don't miss you, my plants are more loved than you.
I am sorry if I ever said I need you, I never did. You could give me an empty book, and the only words that'll come on it are 'I wish I said I don't love you sooner.'
I pray every day that you forget me, because I did, the day you left, the next minute I did. It's directionless, the path I am going, but I wish you were here,
no, I wish I could say you were here.
I say a lot of crap, I miss my green booze, I miss my gold horns, I miss the yellow moons I miss the grey suns,
but I don't miss what I've never felt, and it's the only empty shell in my life that I've never filled.
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