oh yes

there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.
-Charles Bukowski

Theres a ruby heart held by friendship hands
wearing a crown of loyalty
to give fortune and stability to my
impatient fingers.
It reminds me so much of one I wore before
but its silver, not gold
and not an emerald,
barely a love attached.

A hug that goes on a little long
don't cry, i tell myself, don't.
Like trees under spotlights along
roads in the country, like something
could shine on me.

But I'm afraid I am a little too late,
wandering into my Hanover home past
midnight, because i was
Walking a pit bull pup in the bright city
seeing people i haven't in years;
Hearing the king of folk punk
fall apart before my eyes;
Drinking whiskey from a water bottle
in the passenger seat;
Learning to wait, realizing the childishness
of lies.