I quit smoking for three days
but I missed the moon too much
somehow a 20pack brings me closer to you
when I stand inside the night and I close my eyes
I can hear the pheasants calling
feel you next to me in the chill night air
and I remember everything I choose to forget beneath the sun
you see, I was just trying to make memories with you
now I have to erase them
just to get by, just to walk forward
so I quit smoking and I quit the moon
but under it I remember you
It’s where I keep you
KEPT you
today I bought a 20pack
so I could stand inside the night
light one up and remember
but tonight
the cigarette smoke reminds me of the little fires you started
white lies under white light
and the red glow, all of the anger you spilled like larva
those memories blow away with the smoke I exhale
I’ve missed the moon
I’ve missed you
I’ll quit eventually, after this pack for sure
just one more pack
under one more moon
one last pack
one last moon
It is lovely work like this that makes me want to smoke again, friend. Laughs aside, I was moved – there’s a deep emotional hum underlying the work that I could feel throughout. Splendid work.
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