Coffee, Cigarettes and Me
Sitting alone under the cold night sky
Listening to the hum of traffic passing by
Got my coffee, got my cigarettes,
Got my pen and paper too.
My phone, lifeless on the garden table,
Stares up at me, asking to be woken
Unable to swipe across the screen
Too afraid to type your name
It lies dormant, communication breakdown
Picking up my pen and paper, from beside the phone,
I begin to write. So much easier than speaking
Scribbling questions that I want to ask
Sentences that I want to say
Too many written words that I will never speak
I put down the pen as my mind drifts away
Smiling thoughtfully, I reflect upon all that has gone before
The good, the bad, the sad and, of course,
The many stupid things that I have said and done
Wondering, will I ever learn?
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