Archive for April, 2015


Posted: April 9, 2015 in poetry
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We’re drowning our sorrows in coffee and cigarettes
But the problem is, we are
Two miles apart.
If I wanted to,
If I was desperate enough,
I could drive up and touch you;
But I’m scared that
You’ll be in Philly or Boston
Or some other distant city. Or worse, you’ll be too busy to talk to me.
You’ll be locked to the computer screen or
Calling some person you may never see,
A person who is business savvy
Unlike me.
You’d rather drown, though, than feel
The pain of breathing.
With every cup and drag I take
I pray I am one step closer to salvation because, afterall,
We are drowning to survive.