Would you film the filth in my breath?
I have spoken
Now the fire is unleashed,
Smoke hanging on your lips like those annoying flies
We're cocooned too deep, too long.
In another January you won't remember
To call me or remember the meds I need to take
Tonight you gladly suffer my verbs and nouns
Whatever expletives I throw up
You let me rant and enjoy my day.
I let you let me do anything 
We're trapped, happily,
It's only for a moment or two
Every other year I will remember you less
You too, I hope.
This evening we are what we had pictured
In another evening like now;
The cars rush by and the smoke and the tinkling
I am not unhappy with myself
The moon shines quite bright
Even in a place like ours.