man o man,
I wish I was at the Balto show
in Denver with my sister
and my friend Aly
from the bagel place.
or promenading in green
on a night in which
I don't need you,
because I can meet others
and fall in love and blogs don't mean shit.
but here I am,
stuck in train,
harmonica in hand,
walking and trying to be positive,
in spite of it all, this night and you.
now throw it in the lake
upon which I look at the stars
reflected in its surface
missing me by a mile
and a wish, but fuck it.