We only miss things
When they are gone
Why then is happiness
Found in the past
Like the dollar bill
Found in the pocket
Only on laundry day
Happiness it finally seems
To be to me
An afterthought and aftertaste
Had gone and remembered
Category: Life
Cigarette
Let’s just not
You had said
And then there
With the fanfare
Of tamping out
It was over
As though it
Was nothing more
Than a respite
Or a pause
Maybe an intermission
Perhaps an intervention
Not an invention
Because you you
Are too skilled
And too schooled
For this to
Be your first
Time doing this
Ah but me
Besides being nothing
I meant nothing
Is this how
They all feel
Like a cigarette
Tears
Oh if only
Tears could talk
They’d tell you
All my secrets
But tears well
They simply well
Then they fall
Silently they fall
Sadly saying nothing
Really
I guess I don’t
I thought I did
I thought I did
You must believe me
Maybe it went sideways
Just like a car
Hitting some black ice
And what was there
In front of me
Is now over there
And silently passing by
Almost like a dream
Maybe I drank too
Much of you and
I realized with regret
That all of this
Was just too good
To be really real
And like one who
Stepped foot into Heaven
Decided I’m not worthy
And it’s back to
Hell for someone who’s
As damned as me
It’sNot
It’s not important
Who wrote what
But that what
Was ever written
If words were
What words are
Then the who
Whosoever wrote what
Simply quietly disappears
