SMOKE &
our three-year reign is ending— an empire built on love and forgiveness washed away by the gentle tides of passing time swallowed by the ocean sparkling like Tanqueray beneath waves where we tossed our incense ashes— offerings to gods still separating us watching the sun sink into the horizon like a premonition of our future love sharing cigarettes and joints and kisses on the balcony cluttered with my empty bottles and your fingernail clippings the air warm with tobacco smoke and seabreeze numbing the pain of missing you before you’re gone a love worth lifetimes politely parting ways— three weeks until you clear out your side of the wardrobe empty space upon coat hangers between bedsheets within my chest as vast as the distance your flight carries you from me our three-year reign is ending— but relinquishing this crown feels like drowning no longer able to keep my head above water at least now you know how to swim
SEABREEZE words by Leigh Briar
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