A Cigarette GraveyardA Poem by checkianout
An exercise in self restraint
To slip back into the bargaining stage The stages of grief occurring at once It's been months since we spoke To suffer along a linear slope Is it too much to ask? Perhaps The union we helplessly witness corrode Is now a resemblance of rust On my car where we sat An exchange of laughs An admission; Your allergic reactions to cats You gave me life I gave you spite But I gave what I could Under the circumstances You were misunderstood On occasion mistreated But never misled & Now I just miss you
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