Chase the smoke;
you’re
unlucky.
Sunsets dissipate –
blue-grays
coagulate;
you’re softer now.
Or at least
I envision you as such.
But dark
darker
darker still.
You’re my last leg
to stand on
amongst the filth.
You,
lost and lonely.
You,
soft and only.
You,
like the perfect sunset:
too far
behind me
just out of reach.
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