I walk past graveyards during daylight…never at nighttime….
just a fear…a fear of being caught…looking-up old friends…past loves…one that got away…

she was volital…half-crazed…we spent a summer making love and drinking margaritas…and Coronas…and more margaritas…

every night was a drunken fight followed by a drunken fuck…screams…yells…crazed midnight howels…

and….then it ended….like all good things do….like all nightmares…she’s long gone…buried deep in the earth while a lover who came after me sits in a cell…

I always knew this would happen…