Waiting on a stamp

The letter never came from across the sky
the letter never came
telling me goodbye.circling around
and coming back again
we were the stolen
moments

cigarette smoke fading into the paper
whiskey around the gin

the letter never mailed it
softer words were spoken
in angry haste
but the sand that you carried
back to me
sits like a beacon
away from me

i remember your secrets

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