Rain pours
on the roof
as another day
passes by.
The moon
hangs above
like a lonely orb;
wind howls
through the city.
I picture
drunks
lined up
at downtown bars.
They are all
numbing
the pain away.
The television
is on:
it's the dull sound
of nothing.
I wonder
where you are,
and if you are
sad tonight
as I smoke
a Pall Mall
and stare
into a
jet black sky.
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