Pipe smoke was all I <br />could taste after the <br />door had closed <br />gently after me <br /> <br />Earl Grey tea and <br />pipe smoke was all I <br />could envisage <br />from our countless meetings <br /> <br />Every cup another tale. <br />Making memories and <br />pipe smoke was all I <br />could offer this human novel <br /> <br />Feels bad leaving someone <br />that I respect so dearly at who's <br />reciprocation could easily cripple, for <br />pipe smoke was all I knew<br /><br />Ben Owens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lucifer-doesn-t-hug-until-he-needs-to/
