Rooms

Isn't it incredible,

How all of us,

Can, on occasion, come together,

And unconditionally accept each other,

It's in those brief, unbelievable moments,

Where I find the most joy in life,

 

We are in a room full of smoke and smiling faces,

Do you remember that?

I'm sitting on this unfortunate fouton with you,

In between burn holes and blunt wrappers,

I watch smoke wrap around and out your lips,

"I could love her", I think,

And then I watch you laugh,

and smile,

 

He is telling his stories again,

We are almost circled around him clenching with,

Anticipation of the next,

Twist or triumph,

When he sees me he knows I'm different,

But the same,

Who is this person attending his show?

The one who is hiding something,

Wants to forget something,

I am a curious visitor,

A tourist,

You're funny,

I need to laugh,

Who better than to listen to your story,

 

 

 

 

 

 

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