ihavebeenfloated

i’m laying down
listening to michael penn
sing about walter reed
but he’s really singing about
the empty feeling in my chest
and the exhaustion i feel
despite all reason otherwise
and i’ve got to wonder if
that emptiness is the lack of you
in my day
though i’d hate to admit to it
because it seems like way too much
but that is how things go with me
it’s either too little
or too much
and never just right
i’ve gotten used to it
but has anyone else?

i’ve got tired eyes
and it’s all your fault