Tuesday, March 24, 2015


i suddenly remember you.  i think that's your name; i used to call you something else.  we were smoking together at 3AM.  it was dark and i could only see your face when the cigarette touched your lips.  you hugged me because it was cold.  there was a storm so the lights were out everywhere.  i felt naked at the time.  nothing but the warmth of your embrace to keep me safe.

cigarette breaks are too short.