i feel welcomed by something

that does not

welcome me at all

the oily wall, the water beside the stolen boat:
pitch black

the street light’s there
complete with the smell of pee
& her –

you ve broken every bone & promise &
the worst thing
you could do now is
lie about your grief
and age. age – yes – but for years
i have not felt so
not alone as here,
by the door – so please

let me stay.

just for a while.