Sunrise

I spend countless nights with you
Smoking cigarette after cigarette
Drinking the booze, drinking the beer
We fancy ourselves poets, intellects
Really just smears of simple and sod
I spend countless nights with you
Roaming the city streets
Looking for one more speakeasy to let us in
In search of arguments
Or deep soul-searching, meaningless conversations
I spend countless nights with you
Fucking more for sport than love
Convincing ourselves we need it
Only to spit cursed words at one another
Finally holding each other and wanting to know
How could it get to this?
I spend countless nights with you
You sleep off your cheap wine
I stare out your dirty window
Nervously awaiting the sunrise
That which signals the beginning
The long and torturous time where we wait
Until the next countless night
© Dicky J Loweman 2014
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