Since you’ve been gone
Say it isn’t so
That you wasted all of my talent
To make your girls get some Blow.

That’s not the way it was meant to go
When I did not still the window sill
To sully the sulking morning
When you had not money for coffee.

Is that me or my lonely girlfriends
When they are at their wits ends
To know what to do with the balance of time
Before a Porn show meant you could not be mine.

Best friend, hired mate, time to turn in late
Tell the others you know it’s a better masturbate.
If I did know then sell me some forgiveness
Across the telephone line from the 80s% margin men
Who may charge less for us to get suave again.

That is the main things in life
To have some understanding of man and his wife
Even all the social change is through
So work can be productive in the Beyond about me and you.

AI Summary

Your poem addresses someone who vanished and left you carrying the weight of wasted talent, broken intimacy, and the humiliation of being replaced by spectacle and addiction. It moves between longing, bitterness, and self‑interrogation, showing how friendships, lovers, and “lonely girlfriends” all collapse into the same ache of not being chosen. Beneath the sharp lines is a plea for forgiveness and understanding — a desire to salvage dignity from a past shaped by exploitation and emotional neglect. The final stanza reaches for a fragile hope: that work, love, and partnership might still be possible “in the Beyond” if truth is finally spoken.