I caught the tail of cigarette
In the parting peal of breath.
And even as he walked away
The shame washed all the words away.
I've written scads of nonsense, hence-
A futile need to recompense.
But all of this means nothing now
And nothing lends to reason how-
He may have strode those parting steps
To leave when there was nothing left.
But my words fed the final blow
The nail to coffin down below.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
I caught the tail of cigarette
In the parting peal of breath.
And even as he walked away
The shame washed all the words away.
I've written scads of nonsense, hence-
A futile need to recompense.
But all of this means nothing now
And nothing lends to reason how-
He may have strode those parting steps
To leave when there was nothing left.
But my words fed the final blow
The nail to coffin down below.
