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

The poem traces the aftermath of a relationship marked by disappointment, exploitation, and emotional residue, where the speaker confronts someone who squandered their trust, talent, and intimacy for shallow pursuits. It moves between accusation and self‑reflection, touching on loneliness, the collapse of shared futures, and the absurdity of trying to find meaning in the debris of digital life, self‑help clichés, and transactional relationships. Beneath the sharp edges and bitterness lies a quieter longing for dignity, forgiveness, and a sense of mutual understanding — a hope that even after betrayal, social change, and personal disillusionment, something productive or humane might still emerge between “me and you.”