It's 6 pm,
the sun's just going down.
But I am not reminded of you,
for my love was as absent,
as the sun at 7.

I wish I could say my affection
was like bone on bone.
Raw, unabashed, painful,
but I don't miss you,
my plants are more loved than you.

I am sorry if I ever said I need you,
I never did.
You could give me an empty book,
and the only words that'll come on it are
'I wish I said I don't love you sooner.'

I pray every day that you forget me,
because I did,
the day you left,
the next minute I did.
It's directionless, the path I am going,
but I wish you were here,

no, I wish I could say you were here.

I say a lot of crap,
I miss my green booze,
I miss my gold horns,
I miss the yellow moons
I miss the grey suns,

but I don't miss what I've never felt,
and it's the only empty shell in my life that I've never filled.