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lays down on my chest and scratches me
when I stare at the ceiling,
But he doesn't understand ...

"AND YOU SEE YOUR BEST FRIEND LOOKING OVER THE END
AND YOU TURN TO SEE WHY
AND HE LOOKS IN YOUR EYES
AND HE CRIES ... "

You'll be here again sometime you tell me,
I tell me.
Somewhere on one of those endless blocks
there's a bottom, somewhere, you tell me,
I tell me.
Oh for you ...

Walking around the house
hours on end alone Monday night,
drinking and sinking into places where it hurts.
Seeing the calendar,
fumbllng drunken through the pages,
wondering how to fill the endless blocks of 28, 29, 30, 1, 2 ...
with only ink and tears.
Finally seeing nothing
but a gray ceiling
in a cold room
or tomb.

All I can do is write to you,
all I can do ...

G. SCOTT SHANABERGER