"
somehow this feels so much better,
to have your feet facing the door.
after years of meeting the epitome of ideals beyond your reach,
soul mates before you share a moment together.
expectation left unresolved,
for you wouldn't want to spoil the dream with reality.
smoke rings with nasal exhales,
humming music and electronic rooster caws.
another night unslept and disheveled,
another day unrealized for it's actuality of being.
incomplete with that too late realization,
whole by accepting that as what you are.
cigar smoke on calm lake,
row-boat in tow holding a pole never cast.
fleeting imbeciles interspersed within the passage of time,
the difference unknown and lost to your memory.
incessant metaphorical comfort,
alphabetic definition to calm you.
how it swells and breaks,
swirls and sinks.
left laughing alone with your own loneliness.
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