goodbye
drunker, more sleep-deprived
I guess that’s what I have to see through
if that is the “capital L” love
I see you in passers-by
I hear you in songs loved since childhood
I read you in Chekhov's replies
recite you in poems from high school
you’re questioning if it’s worth it
I doubt my sanity
its happiness with bitter confit
and goodbye sobriety
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