poetry

Some Nights

Some nights

You still play inside my head

I smile

At how much attached I am to you

I wonder

How you sleep at nights

Weren’t you

An insomniac who had to listen to my voice

What now

How do walk the city

Don’t you

Hear me scream your name

Because I

See you on stranger streets

Smell of

Your perfume that now a stranger wears

Maybe like you

You do what you gotta do, I do what I gotta do

I miss you

As a child misses his blanket

Do you miss me too?

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