Sink into the chair

Prop your feet onto the rail

Roll your face towards the sky

Excluded from the conversation chirping and humming around you

Full moon silently judging you

Not about to make small talk on his watch

The air is warm, but the wet breeze chills

Echos of past conversations blow through

Just you and the stream of smoke tunneling from your mouth

Wondering where all the normal souls are now

A click, a creak, a flapping bat

A tapping bug, relentless in trying to break through the glass to the light on the other side

There’s a slight smile on my lips, but I have no idea why

Im holding my own vigil

I light my prayer candle and take a drag

It’s just you and me, old friend. And I can’t stand you, so where does that leave me?

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