Subtle rain blows the wind chimes
I remain perched under the brow
Street lights flickering
Got no more cigs after this one
Coffee's become cold but its almost over
Sugar marinated at the bottom of the cup
A surprising treat
I sit here thinking about if I will remember this moment
Not the happiest but so happy I've made it this far
I ask the lady next to me if I can bum a smoke
Then I move to the next bench in small fear that she might talk my ear off
There's a fly stuck on the street lamp's flicker
I know its cause it feels at home
I feel at home
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