Thursday, 20 March 2014

A Funny Lament


I'm glad
I know the taste of a cigarette in the rain
fluttering tobacco ash
that hot, burning ember
racing towards
tight lips

the way it
mixes the cold
and the loneliness
in empty space
the way it 
comforts your soul
until its gone
the last breath out
as you open
the door
again

I'm glad I know it
but maybe more so
that I don't know it
anymore

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