I think I just walked by a robbed bank

My person 

told me 

He can’t be 

my person 

anymore, 

so now

I’m left

feeling personless.

That yellow

3 month old 

weed 

on the window sill

is looking

mighty fine. 

Might just scrounge it up 

in a tight little roach 

and really give us 

something to work with, 

because 

GOD REWARDS THE MEEK! 

When I tell you I love you, 

I love you more

than my clothes.

More than music.

And air 

is dilated

by your absence,

the smell

of your neck.

Hell, even 

white noise

makes me think 

of you. 

I hope you get the job, 

tell off the bully, 

get the girl, 

and fade to black. 

I hope the girl is perfect,

I hope her name is 

Anomaly.