When You Realize What You Had
Sometimes the afternoons drag on---
Yesterday was a haze of smoke,
Cigarettes and coffee---
And the radio plays
Jazz---
The air gets blurred sometimes
With cigarette smoke and sax
Thinking of you
Makes the afternoons go by faster
Until they blend into dusk,
And then evening---
Evenings without you
But I don't care
It doesn't matter
It doesn't mean anything to me
It's just that smoke
Gets in my eyes
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