Smoke Screen - Poem by Jo Beckett
smoking your chillum, as you watch T.V
screwing up your eyes because you won't wear glasses
how I loved that look
I sit on the side and watch you
I'm hurting, aching, sad
your looking at the world through a screen
I cant find you or find a way to you
'I'm not dying ' you said
'I'm just going'
'No' I said
'You may as well be dead'
Everything you were, we had has gone
we are dead to each other
I am dead to myself
India August 2012
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