Wow, it's been forever

but i've been tied up living life. it's god awful early, but here's a little poetry to start the day.

Woke up this morning not so much in love anymore
No one’s fault, maybe mine, for dwelling on a past full of passionate mishaps and raunchy sex
Woke up this morning and really wanted some time to hold me close
And spread my legs in both directions of the bed, to remember my name
Whatever it is.

There’s a problem with living life with a vengeance, too much to remember, too much to leave behind
Too many friends who care to remind you what you prefer to put out of your mind

This morning you brought in a stray, said she weaved between your legs when you stepped just outside the house
As she climbed your back and around your collar I refused to leave sleep
Now she stretches in a cat-coma that has lasted for hours
What has been is not nearly as important as what is

There’s a problem with living life with a vengeance, too much to remember, too much to leave behind
Too many friends who care to remind you what you prefer to put out of your mind