Wait in Vain

Every night I wait for you, 
hanging on the sound of every car
that drives by.
I smoke another cigarette and another, 
and then... other.
I lay down on the couch
twisting my body to get some warmth.
A tear runs down my dry and cold face
I smoke as I wait for you...
... in vain. 

23.09.2008

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