I had a dream about her.
I had found the hidden key and broke into her apartment.
Thinking I was

I asked you to stop smoking because I wanted to be the only thing you were addicted to. I envied the

Twists pretty face fine featured,
walks on fragrant heels,
bubbles wine & laughter
all over the

That dream bounces back every night,
A familiar face, it reflects.
the curtains twirl

I hear the pianist practising the Poeme Tragique
rapid octaves set against falling sixteenth