~~Window of heaven

~~Window of heaven

Serving intoxicants, but sober as a church mouse,
Cashed up, out of cash.
My departure follows with a warm smile on a winter mile home,
Only sight ahead, street lights,
Only sound followed is the tore on my jean, thrashing against the tare,
And the wind limiting me from hearing that is to come from behind,
 From house to house the dogs bark,
 Hearing them bark ahead pondering who is to follow,
The thought of home long waits,
Looking back and forth and it only takes one step to get closer,
Yet it feels so few yet it gets me where I should be,
Through every step it brings me to where I should be,
Questioning myself if I will remember each thought to each step when I am sitting
On my throne.

Publisher :J Boughan
7/23/2015

inspired "working as a barman, walking home late nights after work..."

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