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
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