Poetry · Writing

Yesterday Night

set is done, his smile gleams brighter

then the flash.

Ashes fall from her cigarette;

Base rest on her shoulder

drink gone warm. Gone cold

to his touch, frailty falls from her lips.

Where have you been,

nights gone cold. Warn to his trust,

it’s the down side to him. 

Base rest on her shoulder

drink gone warn. Toast gone cold,

the time was nine high, yesterday.

Where have you been,

nights gone cold.

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