Next Time

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I didn’t mind
The morning after,
I don’t recall
The noise and laughter,
I’d let the warmth
Of others in,
Unready now
As it begins.

Not long now
Another month,
My favorite day
That comes just once,
It incarnates
Those friends I’ve lost,
Without a thought
Of what they’ve cost.

Then comes life
The scent of rain,
We promise all
Those things again,
Contracts signed,
With nobody,
A line for I,
A line for me.

By now we hear
Ambition call,
One quarter lost
And I’m a fool,
Three times as much
To spend again,
Less to lose
More to your name.

The summer renders
All your edges
Blunt,
Incinerates your pledges,
Easier
To break a sweat,
To drink and…