these days

These days, I fall asleep listening to Coldplay.

These days, I'm recovering from a weekend that sent my head spinning.

These days, I lean up against maple tree outside my window,

puffing on a cigarette, watching the people come and go

through swinging doors

their swinging arms implore

the need to be held.

These days, I wake up not knowing where I am.

These days, time seems to stretch on with no end.

These days, I love, I love so much, but not a love I can touch.

I don't love you, with you crooked grin,

and I don't miss it,


These days, I hope they never go away, for better or for worse.

These days, I am here.

The End

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