Dawn And The Drunkards Still Sing Poem by RIC BASTASA

i understand the song
of the drunkard at dawn
i was one
of them sometime in that
moment when
you got pregnant
and angry
about my own irresponsibility

i forget you and you
must forget me
that is the only solution but

i cannot help but remember
when the drunkards of this
place till dawn
sings all their miseries

they do not hurt me or anybody
they hurt themselves

i understand perfectly how is it
to love and to lose and to be
guilty
unnecessarily.

the songs are painful.
and dawn is so cold.