It’s Monday night and I’m distressed
I thought about that woman again
and my path to sleep was gone
Like the wind caressing the leaves of Fall
I tried to reach out to my memories
but I cried so much that I just gave in
I thought about ending it all
leave one last glass and my last cigarette
But I’m just making it by
watching the diamonds skip across the sky

I wonder if she ever thought of me
and the embrace beneath the scarred ceiling
where I held her so many times
where I finally told her goodbye
You know soon enough
that I’ll be just a glimmer in an ocean of sun

The End

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