Still…

Dozens of rough draft and crumpled papers

strewn across the floor. Still drunk on whiskey

eyes puffy from keeping the night company.

Attempting to write a decent poetry

thoughts of you keep popping in and out of my head.

Both sweet and candid moments we just had few days ago

still stuck in my brain. I don’t think the April rain will

wash all of them away.

I could continue washing your memories off of my thoughts…

I asked myself why?… why trying to steer clear from thinking of you. For now I do not

know the answer to that. I just want to keep writing and come up with a beautiful poetry. I want to have a love affair with my thoughts, paper and my pen.

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