something i wrote on a piece of paper half a year ago. found in an old jacket.

permanent dark circles under these eyes. mouth stale. five dollar whiskey. cigarettes. restless. back of these palms, in their resting place. on the floor. this back up against an apathetic wall. no pat on the back. no warm hand on the shoulder. just brick. lips parted. teeth privately exposed. exhales lasting longer than the inhales. give me your hand.