I do what I can, <br />I smile amid the lonely city blues <br />While people I love disappear <br />In life’s transitory foggy mist. <br />There’s a certain woman’s tender mouth <br />I can’t remember what it felt like to kiss. <br /> <br />I gravitate toward dark avenues, <br />Shady bars and bitter-tasting booze. <br />You won’t recognize me <br />The next time we meet: <br />My hazel eyes have turned grey <br />On my increasingly despondent face. <br /> <br />I’m burning poems I wrote for you, <br />Their ashes flicker away in the empty sky <br />Like the memories of childhood dreams.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burning-poems/
