The Failure of Love and Everything, poem by William Taylor, Jr.

The Fail­ure of Love and Every­thing

Baby, we are every tick­et that didn't win.
We are the the defeat­ed armies of the ages,
the view from every win­dow of every shit­ty hotel
in every shit­ty town you can imag­ine.
We are the need for one more drink
after 2 a.m.
as the heart­less bar­tender says
it's too late, too late,
go home.
We're the wreck on the free­way
the peo­ple dri­ve past
and for­get,
we're the poster chil­dren
for the fail­ure of love
and every­thing.
Yet even now,
on nights like this,
I can still get drunk enough
to miss you.

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