I’ma little worse off when you’ve gone
Lungs heavy and dry like old concrete
Orange embers lay like dying stars on the pavement
Winking against the purple-blue night.
I paired you with scotch
Or was it white wine?
I can’t remember for the mute thunder
Blooming in my crown.
I don’t remember much these days
What the boys are saying,
How I am feeling…
How ought I feel?
Good enough-
But not to reach for another
No- I’ll ease back
And relish the memory of you a little while longer.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
I’ma little worse off when you’ve gone
Lungs heavy and dry like old concrete
Orange embers lay like dying stars on the pavement
Winking against the purple-blue night.
I paired you with scotch
Or was it white wine?
I can’t remember for the mute thunder
Blooming in my crown.
I don’t remember much these days
What the boys are saying,
How I am feeling…
How ought I feel?
Good enough-
But not to reach for another
No- I’ll ease back
And relish the memory of you a little while longer.
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