One Last Cigarette


You sacrifice your last thought
To turn into a new man
Until you walk back to that house-
– Apartment
And back into the talks-
– Promises
To: never be him again

You wake up on the wrong side
A custom, a trend
Waste the days of your day off
On your only friend
Who baptizes your sorrows
With his one free hand
Only in this moment
He understands
He walks in a trance
And he solemnly stands
By the man he is bound to abandon
A friendly,
perpetual one night stand
Of late nights and
Smokey drags

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