From an Admirer Not Darryl

The life in this room could melt the snow outside…
if we tried.
I thought I found myself a reason to be breathing out here.
I thought I had this figured out.
But every year the faces changing have been estranging me from all I thought I
knew about this town.
Drink down your sorrows and regrets.
Smoke up the weight of one more year.
I’m sick of feeling down and out, when in a way all I ever wanted was a reason.
The life in this room could keep us warm all night.
The heat’s escaping through our hands.
And sometimes it feels like I’m drowning in the half-full half of a long
abandoned half-empty glass.
Drink down your sorrows and regrets.
Smoke up the weight of one more year.
I’m sick of feeling down and out, when in a way all I ever wanted was a reason
to feel like our lives were moving on without our feet staying on the run.
To brave the cold for another night because you’re as cold as it is outside.
You talk about next year like it will be no different from the last.
Fuck, that was fast.
I live my life in fear of knowing I could have lived each day a little better.
But my throat’s been getting redder.