Sunday, September 25, 2016

September

Am I
Supposed to be
Stronger than this?

Smoke replaced you
In my lungs,
Whiskey in my blood-
I hang my head
In failed attempts
To cry myself to death.

So please, don't
Look at me now
With a lover's gaze
As you know
You were more than
A kiss goodnight-

More than a summer
Solstice.

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