October 17, 2005

Another life

Do you rembember?
You, with your poems
And I, clacking away at the type-writer
We both smoked cigarette after cigarette
And filled the air with a swirling haze

You loved me then,
But I, in my pride,
Spurned you
And have been regretting it ever since

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