amsterdam

with the pulse that surrounds me
the electric liquid hum
in my pint glass
the smoke,
the banter,
i keep the barstool warm for you
tonite..
hoping..
that somewhere you are
intensly avoiding or
searching for me.

i know things cant be the same

i lie myself to sleep everynight
now that you are gone.
i conjure up images of us as we once were
compose
shit rhymed poems for you
look for someone to impress with
the words you so willingly consumed

it is without remorse
you sleep at night.
dreaming of other reluctant lovers
you will someday leave
as well.