It’s the 10th day of NaPoWriMo and creatively I’m a little constipated. I’ve managed to squeeze this out, though I’m unsure of it.
Cigarettes burn
Indifferent to your lungs
Memories scattered
As ashes
On the cusp
But never becoming
Anything recalled
I won’t say a word
Of what passed
Our lips
A secret kiss
Between
The cracks
In the foundations
Of the walls we built
To go AWOL, to go amiss
Only to find we were not missed
Trying to be lonesome wholesome
Putting bitter in our twist
Trying to become misplaced
Only to find it was too late
We’d already been mislaid
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 September
