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late night with a hookah, friends, sins, and memories I couldn't let myself participate in or dwell on.

I fell asleep to the sound of smoke
the embers long since inhaled
regrets and lost possibilities gone with the vapors
and vespers at night.
A hole in my lung for my troubles.

I fell asleep to the sound of sirens-
things and ideals broken,
red footprints follow me where I’ve trespassed,
winding fingers through hair and stories.
I can never be a thief.

I fell asleep to the sound of a stranger’s dream-
face wreathed in shadows, rising chest a metronome
like beating wings in jars.
A time and place for wounds ignored.
This is something I can never have.

Author's Note

as per my usual MO here, this is raw material. Editing notes are always appreciated. Eventually I'll come back and edit it.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"I can never be a thief.

I fell asleep to the sound of a stranger’s dream-
face wreathed in shadows, rising chest a metronome
like beating wings in jars."

A very good poem...Thank you for sharing...:).................