My older sister grieves when I tell her about my favorite movies,
because she realizes, in every case, that I relate to the protagonist.
(They're almost always tragedies.)

He spends a third of his time with a cigarette lit;
Comforted by the slight weight of it between his fingertips.
His head is perpetually surrounded and scented with smoke.

Last night, I woke up to a coughing fit;
The hacking sound of thick sludge from deep within his lungs trying to find its way out.
He spits globs of phlegmy mucus.

Every now and then,
I'll catch him putting two empty fingers up to his lips,
as if it's automatic;
nevermind that he doesn't have one yet lit.

I think he's comforted by it;
The smoke that encircles him like a phantom embrace -
There is someone whom he can't forget.

Lung cancer took his wife three years ago;
He's determined to also die from it.

Let me go to fade away
Just like I did in your mind today

Let me go to release the pain
So happiness we can obtain

Let me go to so I can understand
Why I was unable to be your man

Let me go so we can be free
Though I always think of you and me

Let me go...
So I can walk back around
To let you know...

*"I love you Darling, take my other hand"

That guy out there doing his own thing:
Yea, he's my hero.

I miss, when you use to read everything I wrote. Even though I was a ****** poet. You traced each lined phrase with those hazel eyes, & told me each was your favorite & took your breath away. Spent my nights on fire, and my days off the hook. Running with you. Into a future I hoped was possible. But I haven't seen you in three months. Summer fun I guess, you left me with a goodnight. So I'll leave you with have a goodmorning. But im not leaving. You're silver dollars & pockets full of lose change. That Id like to gather up & cash it in for a forever with you. I want to wake up with you.