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rhymeguy

I Miss You

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I awaken in the morning darkness.

Without thought I reach out.

I touch the emptiness

that you once filled.

I remember that you are gone.

Inconsolable I stare into the dark.

I taste you upon my lips.

Your fragrance swirls about me.

Your gentle glow that lit my darkness,

only a memory now.

I miss you!

 

I fill my day as best I can

with distraction. But still

you invade me when I least

expect you.

I see others and I hate them.

They laugh and enjoy their love.

I want them to understand this pain.

They fear it, as they should,

this devastation, this vacancy,

this consumption of need.

Oh how I miss you!

 

My cigarette!!

Oh how I miss you.

 

 

 

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A cheeky and fun poem rhyme. Like how it treats the inanimate object so animate. Tried a cigarette once and once only myself.

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I enjoyed the ride until the end of the line. You got me :-)

 

The poem does not explain though why you don't or can't have it, whether it was prior decision or by other circumstance. Do smoker's really think of the smoke in terms of "fragrance"? :-)

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A light hearted piece that raised a smile, enjoyable and cleverly done. How the times have changed from when almost everyone smoked.

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Still smoke, still giving up, and deeply enjoyed the laugh this lovely piece produced. I needed that almost as much as my craving;-)

 

many Thanks!

 

Dr. Con

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I am sorry to be so slow in expressing my appreciation to each of you. I am glad I could bring a moment of happiness.

 

Very wise abstract- christ to have only tried one. I came up in a time when smoking was "cool" and being "cool" was more important than breathing.

 

Well Joel the fact is, I can have it. But now smoking is not "cool" and breathing has become a greater priority :smile:.​ Yes sir, When you are a smoker the smoke is a fragrance. It is only later after you quit that it becomes a stench. I am in the early transitional stages between fragrance and stench.

 

Indeed Benjamin. I have reached the place in life that I can say "Well when I was growing up...". Isn't it interesting how social norms and the definitions of good and evil change over the years?

 

A great pleasure to hear from you, dr_con. I am in the early stages of stopping. I have not yet declared victory. I am thankful that this little verse allowed you a moment of laughter,

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I'm in this hell now,  for me it's my pez candy dispenser.    lost many years  agoooooooooo

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Very sneaky, indeed!

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Cute ending, but I think the rest stands alone quite well and captures an emotion that more of us probably can understand.

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Rhyme Guy,  I agree with Dee, the end was clever and surprising but at the same time awkward and unnecessary.   To that point it was a beautiful poignant poem.  And by the way, we miss you here. Haven't seen you posting for some time now.  

~~Tink

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