where are you…

farther away…
maybe gone for good…
looking outside…
a train whistle wails…
where are you..

are you alone…
in the garden we once walked…
geraniums…a white flower…
a diner…eating cherry pie…
where are you…

oh whiskey girl…
i look for you…
small taverns where toasts were made…
sheets…Navajo blankets…under beds…
where are you…

wanting…
waiting…
sirens sound
winds blow…
where are you…

this dark room…
haunted by your absence…
tis midnight…
you are gone…
and you are gone…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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