Where to go

One beer
past inspiration.

One day
and a full night
past caring
about your loneliness.

Self absorbed,
sponge
in hand,
head, and heart

I mop
up.

One day
and a full night
past caring
about our loneliness,

where
to go
next?

Dull as that thumb
or these two
here.

One day.
One week.
One year.

Too soon
one lifetime
past inspiration.

Past caring
for you,
or for me,
each of us in either each way around

Where to go
last,
if not next.

So much less concern
doesn't make this
feel any less
like my last chance
to make this,
or any part of it
right.