Sinking
I am drunk,
And I hate this,
And there is no point
In being mad at the sun,
But I hate that it still rises
In the same way that it
Has always risen
Even though the
Best thing in the universe
Is gone.
And I think this is why
Sunsets always remind me
Of the doctor’s eyes
When he told us that you died,
And I think this is why
I hate the rain
But I loathe the sun,
Because it keeps shining
And I am here sinking
And you are just gone.
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