This sounds like a smoker dying of lung cancer and still she visits where all he has left is his…
JB Hall

Lol! Lung cancer wasn’t a thought I had in mind when I wrote this piece but I can see how you made the connection.

Thanks all the same for the comment. It’s what I love about poetry; the words paint pictures that can only be seen through the eyes of the beholder and the colours of their world.

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