To: Shaun Foley

i miss you
when everyone is sane
because i'm all alone.

i need to debate
miniscule ideas with you
that mean a lot to important people
because intelligence is all we have.

a cup of coffee at Mill Mountain.
perhaps a chardonay.
and all our time together
blends into the last drop
as you tip your mug to the sky.

yesterday we took for granted
what wasn't ours
and retrospect smacks us in the face
stinging and burning
without tears.

tomorrow i'll cry
when you are gone
and i am existing
merely existing
and missing you.