as a millennial caveman
when my days consisted
of nothing more than
sleeping and eating and fucking,
getting stoned and laughing
surrounded by the only people
I ever truly loved.
I miss waking up next to you
before your eyes opened,
with a look of innocent serenity
replacing the looks of pure ecstasy
I'd seen on your face the night before.
I miss not having a dollar to my name
and not needing one,
spending my time rather than my money
and gaining more than a bank account
could ever have given me.
If less is more, I had the most.
My good old days were better than the best.