I Think Of Her

I think of her at triggered times
a table sitting too empty
sticky cherry tootsie pop
crushed cigarette butt
shook by bass and drum
torn barstool and
blue lights above

sure the heart doesn't grieve
what the eye doesn't see
but the mind lays it out in front of you
way to easily at times

suddenly I look up from my ink
and the tootsie pop...

gone

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