© -2015-Matthew F. Blowers III

ArtWhimsically Yours Studio

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CIGARETTE SMOULDERS...

BEEN IGNORED FOR A WHILE

ALL I CAN SEE IS THAT

BLAZE IN YOUR EYES

WHEN YOU STORMED OUT IN STYLE.

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GLASSES IN MASSES,

LEFT EMPTY AND DRAINED

ICY WITH SWEAT,

AS THEY SQUAT ON OUR TABLE

REFLECTING MY PAIN,

SOMEWHERE A SAX WAILS

A LONESOME REFRAIN.

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THE CANDLE CASTS SHADOWS...

BUT YOURS LEFT WITH YOU

I'M ALONE IN A BOOTH

THAT WAS MEANT TO HOLD TWO

JUST ME AND MY SHADOW

ARE ALL THAT REMAIN

PLUS SIX SHOTS OF VODKA

TO CUSHION MY PAIN.

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MY CIGARETTE DIES...

ASHES HANG IN MID-AIR

JUST LIKE OUR LOVE

THAT I THOUGHT WAS STILL THERE

PERHAPS ONE MORE DRINK...

DO I CARE...I DON'T DARE...

FUMBLING IN MY POCKETS

TO FIND TAXI FARE

FOR THAT LONG JOURNEY HOME

TO A PLACE WE DON'T SHARE.

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MY CIGARETTE FALLS

TO THE FLOOR.... SUICIDAL

AS AGAIN, AND AGAIN

YOUR WORDS PLAY A RECITAL

OF ALL THE WENT WRONG

WITH OUR LOVE ONCE SO VITAL.

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