punch drunk from this constant ache

eight more aspirin and a nap

the life of half existence is hard

relief, release, instead regret, remorse

so i down the pills

close my eyes

whisper my love to the kids, to another

if i die in my sleep those are strong last words

words only i could hear

i will wake in fifteen minutes to the same

that part of me will be disappointed

not in the pain, but in the waking

in waking in the pain

or not

really, there isn’t a difference to me

sad songs playing softly

i know the words but refuse to sing along

i refuse to sing along

maybe just one