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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