I Know I’ll Never

Scattering of chittering
And the birds have flown
So here again all alone

Thinking of you
To what end
I know I’ll never
See you ever again

So pour me a second

Yes a red will do
Maybe this is the night
I finally get over you

Hah! No chance—
The sadness augments
When it came to you
I never had any sense

Hands thru your locks
Your snort at my observation
Could you call me thence?
Should I make that reservation?

The dregs sneer and embrace me soft

Bacchus makes for second class
But my problem always was
Reaching for the next and the after glass

Goosebumps tease
And memories seize
My cell remains unrung
I miss our tongue

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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