Allow for the smoker to spindle a tale:
Tide to a new year on this eve once more; with the television opening a world of happy cheers in the Square. Fireworks and all. Happy faces.
I alone look out the window of these apartments- they are asleep.
Quiet as the night it swimmers silently out the door like an assassin.
Stumble longingly its legs on the dry frosty sidewalk.
No ice but freezing all around the air. To see walkers in the park sharing their wishes.
These spots where me and him used to laugh linger as dead spots of walkway in the cold. A shell.
On a tear-stained desk.
Our times reverberate in my soul to this day.
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Dear Friend, Apathy
PoetryA 3rd installment of my poetry series, 'Poems and Short Stories'. Written as more of a story that's all over the place. All in all, it speaks for itself. All composed of which, elements that explores new depths of meaning in my writing. Enjoy!
