......
really all I'd like to know is how ya doin
instead I got a bagage neatly folded in surprise that comes in with pain
a bagage that hangs and lingers for god knows how long
(probly until the moment I stop thinking about the way I twirl the cigarette smokes
and see it evaporates infront of my eyes
leaves a burning stench
and blurs the recollection of yesterdays conversation
("I met a girl....")
A fall on a cold floor
silence travels to your clueless contentment
arriving as a message of pain,
neatly sealed in plain envelope.
ahh but you smiled.
and I corrected the tip of a finger nail as I bite a little harder
than I should,
an awkaward cough carefully set as a decor
till you seep through and It finally
spilled pain to my pulse
Your voice faultlessly
rummaging through the sunday conversation
finding a mate,
made love with the end of our mutual horizon
and waited till the sky runs its orangy color to darker lines.
finally?
(I met a girl...)
How simple....
(yet it feels a lot less like living)
in memory of G
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