this evening
There is something here.
Something sad and something quiet.
That rolls into the city
On the storms.
It rides the cold front south
Dipping to earth on icy rain.
Slithering into the smoke
Of cigarettes burned to the filter.
A deep inhale
A sigh
And it enters my lungs
Before becoming an
Unwelcome guest in my heart
Something sad and something quiet.
That rolls into the city
On the storms.
It rides the cold front south
Dipping to earth on icy rain.
Slithering into the smoke
Of cigarettes burned to the filter.
A deep inhale
A sigh
And it enters my lungs
Before becoming an
Unwelcome guest in my heart