trash in your way

[chadfu]

one day, there will be no
collared shirts on sale at the
wal-mart your father drove you to;
no more job interviews in cheap pants or
indecision in shop windows
over the money for new shoes
one day, no more
trembling hands clutching
fistfuls of regrets
for gambling debts
piling up on bedsheets;
no more half-baked
self-indulgent
solipsistic poetry, no more
elegiac laments or
self-consciously pathetic moments
sipping coffee in the falling rain
with a friend, shaking his head
and doing his best to
convince you it gets better
as streetlights flicker on
one day, no more
too many cigarettes, no more
love you threw away, boy
and maybe you'll know my name
but not today