someone calls your name
i turn to see
no not you walking away
walking away
just like you
red-stained filter tip
ashtray overflowing
not your brand left in the ashes
left in the ashes
just like me
someone speaks your name not for you
red-stained filter tip not your brand
must every red-haired girl toss her head
just like you
YOU ARE READING
Love in all its Colours
Poetrya spectrum of deeply felt personal relationships, of meaningful selflessness and reciprocity "not always pretty not always fun not just for the young"
