just go no fuss

no pain or hate gain

& you think on them

for the next 10 years

while others leave

fighting every inch

of the whole fucking way

& you feel glad

to be got rid of

y’only think of them

in those booze nights

when the fluid fights

to come up & drown

& then the few

so quietly to not notice

their passing

until one cold morning

catching your own sounds

across an empty table

have to take time to think

of the shape should be there

in that empty chair