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a cold morning
in a cold room
cigarette smoke blooms
as i stir my instant coffee
leafing through the tempest
memorizing passages
to regurgitate as required
one last test before I leave
driving to your london residence
hoping you’ll be there

the highways snowed and slushy
farm fields silent under snowy shrouds
black trees black clouds black cars
the constant horizon
images evoking emotions
unable to be recorded
swiftly blown away forgotten
another cigarette to restore
a habit too long to throw away
like you–my daily addiction

will you be there when I arrive
your door opened wide
let me inside to hold you again
listening as we did that November day
to your brand new album
with your momma away
dance again slow and warm
your face against my own

will you forgive my omissions
will you forgive my sins

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