You left me a note
mentioned a natural affinity
to smoke during the early hours
blowing rings around the moon
left to fidget with impossible dreams
spitting across the bricks
some on the fence
soon to be dried under a summer sun
Birds break the silence
as stars fade from the east
bugs make the noises they do
those that hunt them are silent
they get what they want
chest is heavy with stale air
another packet scrunched and thrown
will need to give this up one day
but these are concerns for an older man
he will know what to do
Inspired by the words ‘Affinity, Fidget, and Mention‘ on Three Word Wednesday.
Ground to Ground 
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