Nicotine in the bloodstream
And nothing in the heart.
Hands holding tight on this journal,
We’re light years apart.
I’ve stapled together old words about you
And I’m about to burn them all.
I’ll rub the coals on the sides of my house,
And watch for you as the timbers fall.
When it is just me and motionless memories
I’ll remember that forgotten day.
The one that fleets and flies bye,
When smoke signals couldn’t keep you away.
So cheers,
to the old and the new,
The broken and the blue,
The lonely and the few.
Cheers to you.