The night was warm, not a cloud in the sky,
As I lie in the dirt, watching my life pass by,
The further the sun set, the more active my mind became,
With alcohols last drops on my lips, I’ve ran out of people to blame,
I ran down the list of mistakes, Mother, Father, Brother,
But I was the only one responsible for losing my lover,
My tears thicken with dust, as they cascade my cheek,
Hurdling the weathered wrinkles, and settling just beyond ears peak,
I watch the world spin, tossing and turning for hours it seems,
So I begin counting the stars, each one a memory, isolated beam,
For each one I picked, it completed a constellation of her image,
Realizing at that moment, my life with her was nothing less than a privilege,
I guess the old adage is true, “you don’t know what you got, until it’s gone,”
The same words ricochet in my mind, repeatedly, from dusk til dawn.