1:38 AM

Pick your poison they say, and oh how we do.
You smoke yours and I’ll gladly drink mine.
An instant rewind, me with every sip and you with every inhale.
Back to less complicated times, back to sneaky sideway glances,
to goodbye forehead kisses,to kisses everywhere.
To all the things we will never say we miss.
So I will take another sip and you, hit after hit.
Anything to revive the irregularity that once gave rhythm
to my tirelessly beating heart.


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