I don’t spill my secrets to strangers at the bar
I just drive in my car
Waving to people that I might know
But I don’t know how to let you go
So I furrow away parts of myself
Then leave them on the shelf
For someone to see
It’s drinking whiskey internetly
As I slur my speech in the poem
And talk about how you roam
Fields afar
And that star
Looks just like you
What a night too
They’re all out twinkling light
And anyway I’m not alright
As they have to help me from my chair
As I reach back for what was there 
An eon ago
I walk away from this slow