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