3am.

You come over at 3am and I’m tired.

Whilst drinking my gin, you tell me stories of your night and fill the ashtray with your cigarettes.

It is 7am and you leave after one kiss.

So I’m sat here finishing that drink and smoking the cigarettes you left.

Now I’m wide awake, wondering how the hours went by because you always come.

Then walk away.

 

 

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