*

As long as your blueprint remains etched
within the frameworks of my brain,
like a million shards of broken glass
embedded between the carpet,
you will be the only existance
between this pen and paper.

*

A bursting sun
                      falls
                              off
                                  the tip of your cigarette,
cradled         naturally                    your
             _so_               _between_        _fingertips.
I BURN with a quick sting of envy
as your lips touch the filter.

Inhaling the nicotine that will make it closer
to being apartofyou than I ever was,
or ever could have been.