awaiting your ghost
RC deWinter
sitting here with a brandy
blowing smoke rings
nonchalant
killing time
with alcohol and cancer
wondering
where you are
and why it is
you’re never here
when i need you
it’s nothing new
but hope
that fickle bird
does spring
clichéd eternal
perhaps some night
as i sit sleepless
sipping smoking
the door will bang
and i will hear your boots
scuffing their way
out of one darkness
into another