sad writing of forlorn 

 and empty 

love 

 writing 

   my insecurity 

  now needs of the fire 

 to purge 

     the past 

    from my blood 

      so many 

    drawing books 

          so many shitty drawings 

      with a blue magic marker 

  what were you thinking 

  

a house like a museum of 

1978 

      filled with mice and 

   letters 

       books covered in 

 dust 

                  box them up 

 take them somewhere 

   somewhere not here

      don't bring that here 

   too late 

                                start again

sad writing...