Nothing better to me than words that pierce through the heart. Words that say more than one can say or come close to.. Beautiful.

Wine and Tobacco

I come out here sometimes
When I miss the sound of your voice
Or when the day has gone on
Just an hour too long

I think about how you
Used to love the sight of the moon
Reflected onto the quay
How it made you smile

Sometimes I forget what
You looked like when you were happy
And I hate myself for that
Ten years gone too fast

So I come here sometimes
It’s where we spent our best nights
Before you just stopped smiling and –
Were taken away.

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