I picture you in my mind at times
smoking a cigarette or drinking tea
feet up underneath you as usual
tired eyes covered with dark glasses
on a balcony I've never seen
in a city I've never been

not smiling (cause you never did)
happily subdued and
humming to yourself
almost silently... wistfully

there's a book beside you
folded pages, destroyed cover
cracked spine and all those details
yea, I remember how you read
like a destructive force at total ease

I wonder sometimes if my mind tell truths...
but it doesn't matter...
it's all words and wishful thinking anyway...

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