I sit –now under the stars
Staring at the receding sky
Smoke covers the eyes – cigarette burns out
Waned moon and bright lit city lights

Under the stars,
With cigarette ash and empty hip flask
Drunk – with idea of something
Is it you – or just the idea of you?

Stars tell me a pretty tale
The waning moon playing the cello
City lights my spotlight – I stagger and declare
You weren’t the one

Yet, I weep
And weep and weep
Stars are fading as is the moon
I weep – my eyes burn red

I cried myself to sleep – sky turns twilight
And crossed my hear, hoping for death
Burning eyes – I drive my Chevy into the garage
And crash down – weep some then sleep

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