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Lonely Cigarette
I sat smoking my lonely cigarette;
Sat recalling the sublime memories we had.
We had splendid times; bittersweet emotions lingered within your silhouette.
You were tender to me and I grew fond and clad.
Your serendipity overtook me.
A vast ocean lies between us; the Atlantic.
Your soul is beautiful; young and bright; wild and free.
Mine is troubled. Lonesome. Ever so frantic.
Take your aim. Shoot. And slay my demons.
The cigarette I consume draws insidious smoke.
Unsure, I am, if my eyes tear from burning fumes or from sorrow’s lens.
Dance. Float. Melt. In your seduction make me soak.
Reassure me that you will never leave; never say goodbye.
Sway me nightly and sing me sweet love’s lullaby.
Shane Mohamed
Mindspank

 

 

... cause

 

 

“Come to the edge," He said.
"i can't, i am afraid!" i responded.
"Come to the edge," He said.
"i can't, i will fall!" i pleaded.
"Come to the edge," He Commanded.
And so i came.
And He pushed me.
And i flew.”

Guillaume Apollinaire