She was studying arts at the university
which was great for her
'cause i worked in a factory
crappy job
with low income
it was no fun
but everybody should work
i've heard.
while she
she had wealthy parents
that supported her studies
she had her own apartment
in the downtown somewhere
i lived in a community with two
complete strangers
existence, darling
is elsewhere
she lives her life
she's up there
while i just am
have been
and will be
and the only time i've made love to her
was in a silly dream
while killing time
at the factory
(and i didn't get caught from doing it)
and see? Now she sits in the cafe
drinking tea and
writes pretty words to a napkin
two yards from me, not noticing
that i'm staring
'i'll buy her flowers someday'
i think to myself
and light another cigarette
and cough
my brains out.