You were cold I blamed you You were dead I blamed me You looked mute I felt deaf I blamed her Or was I deaf? You were gone No one to blame I was alone With you still there. I went back home And you looked The other way.
This poem is halfway between David Allen and Charles Bukowski.
Yesterday I went to a rock concert on my own for the first time in my life. In another country. In the middle of nowhere.
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