ignore me.
and things I say,
especially the things write.
though I care,
and love life,
consider this good,
and consider this the end.
I will go
and get gone,
like a folk song
in the background
of a coffee shop.
the photographs
on the wall
call me a liar,
but they just learned
how to hang there.
I would stay
but I wouldn't dare,
because even if
things were different,
you wouldn't be there.