Who Cares?

am I right?
of the lighthouse.

mark the question.
with a question mark.

I wish the years.
of having fun.
didn't have a name.

when I see your face.
in my mind, it is great.

I am just an iron-willed fuck up.
with a history of loving hard.
and letting down or leaving.

sometimes, I drink tears, again.

with a pension of poetics.
and a reputation for heart-attack blues.
and sometimes I hear your voice.
and other times I drink to forget.

so forgive me.
and see my sea.
because that is all I am.
and that is nothing at all.

life has no plan.