One then another
After another,
How many could
He possibly consume
I don’t know,
He don’t even
Know too.
Waiting,
Strangers after stranger
Then he lit again,
The smoke – ring
Then diminish
Broken vow
It manifests
Bigotry she confessed,
Waiting,
Waiting for that familiar
Face – innocent
His solace, his
Long lost
Companion,
He’s waiting
To come along,
He’s waiting
Though at the
the back of his
it’s vivid
she’ll never come
She’s long
Been gone
Gone with the
Passing of time,
Gone with the ebbing tide,
Gone, gone, and gone.

Cyrus Diaz

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