A Study in the Absence of Reasons

somewhere along
the
      way

i lost sight
of what

but then further
along

the way

i lost sight of
who

and only
just now

did i lose
sight

of why.

now i can start over.

Lost at the end of the day

She came. She saw. She conquered.
& at the end of the day, nobody was there.

The burden of arrogance sprinkled with an ice cold lemonade of disintegrated desires and passion for
Semi-forgotten hard-ons and everyone was gone.

Follow me, October whispers
into the ear of babed loneliness, holding on to the arm of
a quaffed and
Well-groomed innocence.

Dress me in your forgottens, in your remembers,
In your perhapses, and your I guesses.

Nobody is home when the lights are on.
Everyoness out and

youre
too busy growing old to notice.