Sunday, October 3, 2010

smoke

I found tobacco
Rolled up
And stashed inside the freezer
I miss you in ways I can’t believe
I rolled a cigarette,
Something I’d sworn off
But now, I drag and feel the pain
And want to close the door
I put it out after two,
Lightheaded
And wish for something more

©2010 M Kyle Hollingsworth

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