On My Way Home

StinkfootStinkfoot Posts: 546
edited March 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I went alone.
Did not know anyone.
On my way home.
I just watched you as you walked. Alone.

Stood by the door.
You rolled a cigarette.
It smelt so strong.
That day is in me now.

Thoughts of waiting.

Makes sure.
We'll win.
"I get into a state of consciousness that I can't explain. It is about feeling and not thinking. I get positive chills and insight into things that I can't get to any other way. It is Healing of the Soul." - Mike McCready
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