Damaged Goods

Cigarette butts and autumn leaves
Burnt out
Used up
We find each other
Cold on the wet concrete
Smashed together under unlikely circumstances
Though it felt it was meant to be
If we hadn’t fallen out one way or another
You wouldn’t be here with me

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem reminded me of a old country song. Leftover people drinking and seeking a reasons to be live. I liked the way you described the damage goods.
"Cigarette butts and autumn leaves
Burnt out
Used up "
Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[G.W. Saitreux]

This is beautiful and full of melancholy at the same time. You can really feel a true sense of connection with another human being is conveyed here. I look forward to seeing more of your work!

[Chris]

Real has a way of being heard and understood... Good finding you.

[John the Baptist]

Nice use of imagery to tell the story of those who have had some hard knocks but haven't given up yet. Well done.

[emipoemi]

I second this!! Very nicely done.

[E.J. Michalec]

Thank you both so much for the feedback!