Illinois Jen

what to say

and why to

say it?

why did i

leave and what

can i do about it?

i don't remember.

there's nothing to do...

the july moon

over the fields

of corn as i

sit in the

living room

and you hang

out in the

basement

drinking a

bottle of wine...

unknown and uncaring

oblivious to the pain/

the tears/my stupidity...





so lonely i thought

it would be a good idea

to up and move

out west with you

but now i see

how you

saw me

and i know why

it had to happen

and why you think

it's better this way...