Bottom of Friday

it's a weird day.
here.
I don't wanna go into it.
how's Louisville?

back in NYC.
when.
you're gone.
not LES for long.

in the Bowery drinking.
tea.
sorting out me.
wondering.

I hope the sun.
helps.
you fade into the shadows.
like your love sets me on fire.

anxious as the afternoon ends.
forever.
isn't that wild?
this bottomed out day will never return.