what they said about death

a dramatic retelling of my night last night

i met my soul mate last night
he introduced himself as the perfect mix of drunk and high
a crumpled cigarette hung loosely between his lips 
as he intoxicatedly fingered his lighter
i gently replaced his hands with my own
lighting the cigarette with the flick of my thumb
"a beautiful girl who lights my cigarettes?
 they said death would come slow 
 but they didn't say it would come
 with you."

Author's Note

hi i'm new and this is my first poem on here.
love reviews; the good, the bad, and the ugly
thanks

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

You made the poem a stunning one by ending it so beautifully... The poem reads like a story to me, describing a scene and ending with a perfect and beautiful punch line... It's wonderful first post... Well done...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[klsy]

thank you so much!