My Sit

Every night there's a lady
Looking at the far end galaxy

I see her alone on same bench
Puffing cigarettes to its end

With every smoke set to fly
Goes along unseen sighs

I look at her
She looks at me

Loud questions travel
Through space so empty

Often I sit beside
Deafening silence pry

She listens to the songs in her head
Rolls of sadness drop to her breast

I look at her
She looks at me

My heart is breaking into pieces
But I just let her be

I will just be close beside her
Until she's no longer on that sit

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