Black

You visit the wine country a lot now. I suppose much hasn't changed. Your hair is shorter, and you wear a black watch on your left hand. You have permanently shaved the goatee that I loved so much. Maybe a lot has changed. You do visit the wine country a lot now... You live in San Fransisco and people know you make money because of your car, and because you tell them. Did she get the better part of you? I wonder that sometimes. Is he changed now? Is he a joy to be around when he drinks? Is he more generous, and compromising with his emotions and his wallet? Does she laugh with him like I did? God could we laugh. And dance. I loved the way we danced. Can I make it rain with anger, and turn the world upside down and paint it black? Can I scream to you in just above a whisper that you ruined me. That you ruined us. And that as more time passes, the harder it becomes to mourn the loss of us, because I am losing me. Losing focus. Maybe that is because the world is black now. Maybe It's because you visit the wine country a lot now. With her.