Smoke floats around the room
A piano plays a minor cord
Your face is in my mind’s eye
The foreign beauty I adored

A voice sings my thoughts
Hope has alluded me again
My glass is almost empty
The night is far from its end

I remain through the hours
Unwanted and unsightly
Drowning myself in the sorrow
Of how yet another doesn’t want me


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