Monday, December 19, 2016

A Moment of Peace (November 9, 2015)

Every time I smoke a cigarette,
it makes me think of you,
the times you told me to quit my bad habit,
and then joined, shared it with me too.

Every time I have a drink,
it makes me think of you,
it helped you numb the pain you felt,
it made it easier on me too.

Every time I write a poem,
it makes me think of you,
I remember how much you loved my words,
and how I loved making them for you.

Every time I meet someone new,
it makes me think of you<
I remember how you despised me at first,
like of my demons do.

Every time I think of me,
I also think of you,
'cause you're so deep in my bones,
and I'm also on yours,
and I sit to reflect,
on how to deal with a half of me,
that I barely know anymore...

I crave a moment of peace.

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