redness
i hate these cigarettes
they remind me of you
but i still smoke
while your memory’s true
i don’t like to drink
it’ll bring back your face
i’ll take a shot
just in case
and this goddam shirt
which still doesn’t fit
that i have to put on
(you liked it)
and the time you came
i sent you away
i’ll try to get past that
but not today
the oversized jacket
that i liked to wear
is a symbol of something
i don’t often share
your brilliant smile
like the best crescent moon
isn’t going anywhere
soon
that singular night
and its passion play
still a beautiful memory
for which i’ll pay
i do and don’t miss you
regress, with regret
one more drink
one last cigarette…
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