lust*

An Empty Calibration.

Deep draw, deep breath.
This drink, this smoke
Is life with nostalgic regret.
This night, this poem
Are thoughts with frustration
With hollow distraction.

I drink more
I inhale the cigarette
I write these words
And I lust for
What I never had.
What I never gained

I find myself, as these years soar,
Overlooking my body
From a distance my mind barely knows.
I find myself, as this age passes,
Staring into sunsets
On days so far gone.

Such heavy air
On such a cool night.

Where did we all go?
Why did we leave?

And why did I return?