Monday, November 9, 2015

A Moment of Peace

Everytime I smoke a cigarette,
it makes me think of you,
the times you told me to quit my bad habit,
then joined, shared it with me too.

Everytime I have a drink,
it makes me think of you,
it helped you numb the pain you felt,
it made it easier for me too.

Everytime I write a poem,
it makes me think of you,
I remember how you loved my words,
I loved making them for you.

Everytime I meet someone new,
it makes me think of you,
I remember you hated me at first,
like most of my demons do.

Everytime I think of me,
I also think of you,
'cause you're so in my bones,
and I'm also on yours,
and I sit to reflect,
on how to deal with a half of me,
that I barely know anymore,
I crave a moment of peace.

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