A poem from Kathmandu

You made me remember the taste of lonely.
Empty coffee cups and stale cigarettes.
Silence heavy and sighs solemn;
We were made of moonlit midnight moments,
pinkies intertwined in uneven cobblestone alleyways.
I’d never wanted forever before you.
But now you’re just a blurry afternoon daydream,
forgotten with the rest of them;
as the sun begins to set —
I lay to rest lost lovers like one ashes out a cigarette.

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