#Poem – Cigarette Poem

Sometimes we talk
not today
the first time I’ve known you sit beside me
on a bench, warm
fallen sun, leaves
facing west

I read, as if you were invisible
You lean closer to see the page
Hair touches
breath, scent

You smile
naughty, happy

This is how it is

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