Drunken poetry


The house is empty now No laughter, just the soft hum of electronics But there are reminders Golden strands of hair, scattered in random places The scent, Her scent, still on the pillow she used Each thing reminds of the other Emptiness Despite that, I can’t help but smile The Bumble smiles with me, as …

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The Last One

The last cigarette passes from her lips to mine and back again The lights are off The emotions are on Each drag ticks away the time Until the last one I give it to her with a smile and a wish And then the moment is gone Somewhere… in the background… there is music Beautiful …

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