Second and last for today. Dedicated to my roommate.
We open the door and throw off the sheets
of a smothering air from
dirty laundry baskets, the subtle
wafting of vomit from the bathroom down the hall
wondering how we'll make out
I look at the both of us
and what we've done, and
from where we've come
and I seem to remember all these people
these wonderful people
my friends, confidants, loves,
beautiful faces, smiling
and I look to my left
and all I see is a game of video poker
fake million dollar pots
and a silent cell-phone.
I hope you find your happiness there
because there's
no way in hell
you find it anywhere else.