what now so much
from time to time i still stumbled around
like a drunk looking for what i have
intentionally misplaced

so i don't find it
but its absence makes its presence
that much more obvious
knowing if i found it
i would forget that it was mine

stop distracting me

now the actual drunk calls
i say okay why not
and i do
make
opening eyes wide
with an affectionate disdain
stare down great loneliness
scowling
sitting back and grinningsayingfine

and how vast because of it
the sense of solitary life so powerful
so quiet
the sky is mine
alone