Afternoon

the sun is down and smoke fills the air
yellow blue orange and red clouded the sky
a cigar in my hand and a hanger to hold onto
this day comes to an end with a thought of you…..
……….again
my world stops and my hand begins to write
this crazy late afternoons when i think of you



…..and i hope you miss me too

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