Thursday, October 29, 2009

A glass, a couch and my bare feet

There will be a time
when my stomach will be full
of everything

and I'll have
the best whisky
money can buy
from my table
down to the floor

And my empty glance
will look back
to these days

I will know
these were the days

We'll remember
the things we used to do
the places we used to go
the people we've known
and see who is still hanging on

Look at gray
fading pictures

Things we did
but mostly
the ones we never did

It will get late
And I'll go to sleep

But first,
I will smile
and at the same time
I will ache for it


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