by James Babbs
it’s a good night for drinking
a good night for getting drunk again
with the rain coming down and
the wind blowing against the windows
later on
it’s supposed to change over to snow and
I want to hear the music playing
songs I know all the words to
and I want this room
surrounding me to stop spinning
I want to breathe again
like it was only yesterday
and I want to fall in love
but you’re not here tonight
you told me you couldn’t make it and
you said you were sorry
but you had some other things
you needed to get done
September 7, 2009
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