Bad Poems & Tom Waits

I cannot help but remember the message

Let’s get a drink &

talk about tomorrows

which will never

come

Trembling lips

meeting once

Beneath an afternoon

sun threatening to quickly to

foster into a night

neither

could replicate or forget

I remember that sweet

gaze

those lips pulled back

into a playful

smile

which was never to be seen

again

The photos

available for judgement

all shallow

mockeries of what I have

known to cross that face

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