awaiting your ghost

awaiting your ghost

RC deWinter

sitting here with a brandy
blowing smoke rings
nonchalant
killing time
with alcohol and cancer
wondering
where you are
and why it is
you’re never here
when i need you

it’s nothing new
but hope
that fickle bird
does spring
clichéd eternal

perhaps some night
as i sit sleepless
sipping smoking
the door will bang
and i will hear your boots
scuffing their way
out of one darkness
into another

RC deWinter

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