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In An August Afternoon

Daydreaming in an August afternoon

With Gordon Lightfoot on the stereo

And a flute of champagne in hand

The tears dance on my cheek

Wondering if everyone left, would I truly live?

As I took a drag of my cigarette, I waited for the answer

But I kept trying to stay awake

As I drank the last of the champagne and took my last drag

I decided to sleep against the soft melodies

Of Gordon’s voice

And the tears are swept away for another day

As the train I once wanted to ride has

Left the station

I have become imprisoned to stay

Published inSorrow

One Comment

  1. This creates a mood and scenery I couldn’t help but feel along with you as I read.
    Nicely penned. TFS

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