after I declined his offer
of whisky for the umpteenth time,
two sincere souls fell into oblivion,
not quite knowing how to connect
we seemed to gaze at
the nonchalant smoke
of his cigarette
trailing off
into the pitch-dark night
does his culture believe
in companionable silence?
the fireflies shone extra hard,
as if challenging me
to decipher their answer
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This is my first and last published poem. Happy to share it here to guarantee my spot on @siggy47’s newsletter Issue 2. Yes, I’m strategic this way.
Forwarding some sats to @siggy47 so that he can support other writers. We must stick together