and it is just that
a glass of chardonnay balanced on
the edge of a cheap white wood table
about to fall
in or out of love before
the hat drops because who cares
nothing happened before
any words said before don't exist
people before are just dreams and not real
before before the word
keeps coming up before before
what a horrible feeling now to erase w wine
*
next it is night
and a streetlight is shining through
a window in a bedroom you don't like
you are far away
from someone you don't remember
but they are on your mind
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