Lest I Be Forgotten

He didn't call me back home tonight. Instead, he sat, taking a long drag of his smoke and taking a deep gulp of his poison. But still he sat, on that back porch, letting tendrils of gray slip into the twilight of the night.
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She didn't look at my picture in the streets tonight. Instead, she slipped past a man in a long trench coat with a mysterious face and faltered because my, wasn't he a looker. But she had long ago removed her ring so what was stopping her? Nothing.
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You look deeply into the mirror. I sat next to you, wishing that I could just reach out and fix your messy hair. But I couldn't, and you weren't going to. Instead, we sit silently, you thinking you were alone and I wishing I wasn't.