I Miss Me

I miss me

When I wake
I take
What is left
Of me
Spend  time alone
Kissing cigarettes
And tea
During the day
Faraway
Invisible on the street
Eves I dine on wine
Sadness bittersweet
The moments in-between
Are often all unseen
Until a midnight chime
The sleepy  stars mime
Who I use to be
I miss me.

I miss me

 

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