Thoughts & Poetry

Cigarettes and Airplanes

You light up a cigarette

As the dawn breaks

You sat there

Staring out to nowhere

I could only wonder

What’s going on in your head

 

This view of you

Isn’t all too new

You’ve sat there before

As I lie on the floor

 

This isn’t new at all

We’ve been through this

Countless of times

I don’t even remember

When this view

Didn’t ring goodbye

 

As the scent and smoke

Filled the morning air

I got up and packed your things away

 

You said you love me

Yes, I know

But only

‘Till you catch that plane again

A corporate tough cookie with the soul of a gypsy. Professional bathroom singer. Teacher. Poet. A light-eyed dreamer who nitpicks for a living as she waits for redamancy.

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