A friend's enforced departure.
I miss you in the morning,
with my first glimpse of the day.
I miss you so at breakfast,
time's a healer, so they say.
I miss you every hour,
of my aching waking day.
The way you made me stop and think,
placated in every way.
It was my choice to end it,
Now we're finished, ah but yet.
You know I 'll always miss you,
My darling cigarette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the way you lead your reader down the path to the wrong conclusion. I was following merrily along, when snap! The story takes an amusing turn and the reader is left a smile and the Ah Ha moment. good luck with the smoking its been 27 year for me!
11 years last January for me Elizabeth. I find that poems and jokes share a similar format at times. The charming deception of the build up, then the all important punchline.