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i tied my shoelaces for the
first time in months.
                            i wrote
a song on piano finally,
took that drudging waltz
tune i came up with when
we were drunk and laying
on the piano trying to play it
upside down, fixed it up and
put words to it. then i tied
my shoelaces, realized i never
really held anything in my
hands, discovered i'd never
actually had anything to hold
on to in the first place, and
walked twenty two miles to
my grandfather's cemetery
to talk with him about how dead
everyone seemed to be. 

Overall

I suppose this is a funny short piece. It feels like an inside story/joke, that the reader may merely overhear and ponder. A little on the sad side, on the other hand a short tale.