record, player… [Poem]

promises that we hoped
amount to pillow talk and smoke
and the best we ever were
was the worst of me and Her

there are songs
that remind me of You
played on stations
i no longer turn to

everyday
and i’m still okay.

-see

©2018 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

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