Monday, July 16, 2007
Smoking on your cigarettes,the low tides subtly crashing into the water-break.
Vodka on ice in hand,
you sit poised in your chair
It's the break of dawn.
You see lovers strolling hand in hand,
you see friends goofing around with each other.
But right in front of you,
an empty chair.
It isn't as if you couldn't find companionship.
Truth be told,
you've no lack of friends.
They call to you to share their joy,
they call to you to share their adversities.
You're not lonely,
you just chose to be alone.
When you're alone,
time passes slowly,
but you get to take in every moment,
be it of the past,
or the near future.
Then when it's time to go off,
you put out your last cigarette for the day,
leaving behind smirks and tears.
And be the person you ought to be...






