THE FAG END OF YOU

By Mike O'Brien

Remember

When even an evening,

Certainly two,

Seemed too long

To be away from you?

Sunrise bounced excitedly

Like golden fingers

On the keys of promise.

When the sun

Switched on

As you entered

A room?

When your smile

Cauterised the wounds

Of the daily gloom?

Mirrors and smoke

Became our reality,

We realised nostalgia is not

What it used to be.

Now we’re just people

Who share a sofa,

Watching shit TV,

Wishing it was over;

Sunset’s crushed fingers,

Nicotined with regret,

Withdraw from worn keys

Into silence;

Too bored to be awkward,

Darkness;

Too sullen for sight.

Now we’ve smoked the pack through,

I just get the fag end of you.

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