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.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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