“Red and White”
I watch the cold smoke rising
Twenty stories up,
Turns red with neon
Before the skyline breaks it up.
I’m grateful for the chance
To toast my loved ones, fallen friends
Before I’m laying flowers every other Sunday
Except for when it rains.
I’ll drink a glass of red with you instead.
Forgive my selfishness,
The walls that separated us were thin
But the hallways seemed so long.
I heard you cry, you heard me stumble in at 2 a.m.
So why’d we hide like stowaways
Ashamed of branching veins that cloud our eyes?
Thought we had to make it on our own.
My hands are clean, my eyes are white as snow.
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