I feel worse than you

I feel worse than that night.

I’m pining for that cigarette, the first one I ever smoked.

I’m in that tunnel again.

No reception, no one cares.

It’s ok, I don’t care either.

Want me to prove it? I don’t even know your name

And I’m not even listening to you

I’m too self involved and

my pain is too great.

© A.R. Minhas 2017

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