I see poetry everywhere.
The couple walking down the street sharing the weight of a bag of flowers
The clink clank of the forks on the plates in the hallway of my apartment building

My little place is scattered with pens but no words
I asked her to bring candles
To make the night glow
But she said it wasn’t necessary and got off the phone

I turned my back to the mountains

Looked at the city

Pulled on this stale cigarette

Grasped at these latches of being

I wished for everything to be different but for nothing to change

I coughed and threw the half burned memories over the balcony