3 AM

August 26, 2023

I quietly lit a cigarette-

the terrible ideas always win

because they can.

tempered glass breaks the ice.

I contemplated picking up the pieces...

but it was a beautiful night...

I was lost in a song from another time,

and the moonlight is my tireless companion...

then...

... love closed her eyes-and...

I pretended nothing mattered. traces of you were no longer

... amid the blackened smoke.

“I'll be better tomorrow....”

and the wind laughed in my face.

JLK

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