A Sight For Sore Eyes

Her words have weight

Like they could anchor a ship.

How many drinks does it take

To turn memories to ash?

Now, that's some modern day alchemy for ya.

Thin blue puffs of smoke

Dance around the light fixtures.

The haze hangs for a moment

Before tapering off into nothingness.

The night sings like a lullaby.

You can hear the croon

Through taillight eyes

In the darkened barroom.

Her calls like nightingales;
Flying, screeching around my head.

I wonder will they once again

Find perch in my heart?

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Wow, this is so beautiful. All of it