Sink into the chair
Prop your feet onto the rail
Roll your face towards the sky
Excluded from the conversation chirping and humming around you
Full moon silently judging you
Not about to make small talk on his watch
The air is warm, but the wet breeze chills
Echos of past conversations blow through
Just you and the stream of smoke tunneling from your mouth
Wondering where all the normal souls are now
A click, a creak, a flapping bat
A tapping bug, relentless in trying to break through the glass to the light on the other side
There’s a slight smile on my lips, but I have no idea why
Im holding my own vigil
I light my prayer candle and take a drag
It’s just you and me, old friend. And I can’t stand you, so where does that leave me?
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