Thursday, 1 September 2016

The Yearning

Cigarette buds keep piling on in the ash tray,
Words without meanings dance merrily inside my head
Carrying a commotion of dark red flags between you and me,
There is happiness among them, their laughs are inaudible yet visible,
I wave for you to notice me,
The flags pass, the words dissolve,
You look at me and I continue to wave,
Your eyes do not light up, your face do not bring that familiar smile,
You walk away leaving me adrift and alone,
Cigarette buds keep piling on in the ash tray,
And I continue to wave.

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