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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


I’m still here

In the crowded street

I held my breath

Smoke filled the night sky

Ash flickered in air

From my fingers

To the tip of the cigarette

I watch myself drown

In the thoughts of you

Wine, soju, and brandy

Take me back to you and me

For I’m still here

Reasons still unclear

The night was alive

Ours wasn’t

You were there on my worst

And on yours, you called for me

But I wasn’t the first

In the crowded street I was alone

The night whispered its secrets

A question I never want to answer

Do you still think of me?


Submitted: March 19, 2021

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Ann Sepino

Wonderful imagery. I can almost imagine the MC leaning against a lamp post and looking at their reflection in a shop window, the glow of their cigarette the only other light source along the alley. The way almost every line is just a fragment of a complete sentence reflects how thoughts flow in real life. Love this!

Sat, March 20th, 2021 10:01am


Thanks! If you do have the time, please check out my other works. :)

Sat, March 20th, 2021 1:15pm

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