A Scarcity of Regard

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Arannya Monzur

He sits there counting his cigarettes

As he kindles the smoke and flame.

A room mired by pitch-black darkness

Where even the walls recount her name;

His sickness swells with every whiff

And bit by bit the ashes fall;

The pain of a memory subdued

That sleeps within us all.

Yet past longings are fast forgotten

Outshined by summer lights

Else fondly remembered

Like stars on a starless night.

But there was not enough love

To bind them on this earth

And so it knocks on her winter heart

To join them in death, or rebirth.

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