Far gone

Drinks for when
we seem to be this way.
Spilling out confessions
and hopes
until the last
now understand.
I’m always waiting
with cities in-between,
moving to different places
just to sleep
in the same bed
and all this time
there’s never been a thought.
Even just a break
where I’d look back,
or into those decisions
that’ve kept the faces changing
and the jokes
sounding new.


About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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