when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.
Charles Bukowski, “For Jane”
when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.