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I noticed on my side table

Something I hadn't seen before

-Maybe I should clean more often

An envelope of sorts



Was it from that day?

That day that she came by?

I was too tired to comfort her

I did not see her cry



Inside rest a poem

Conveying her last requests of me

I never did anything

I never thought she would  leave



Sometimes I might wonder

What she might be up to

Maybe next time I won't just say

Maybe next time I will do



Nah...



That's enough thinking of that

The hour is getting late

I have more important things to do

Like sleep then masturbate



It doesn't matter how much she loved me

There's no room for her here

Someone pass me that pipe

And someone get me a beer!