?you’re twenty-six
?living in New York City?
in an apartment by yourself
?with indisposed thoughts?
as company?
you light a cigarette?
on the emergency stairs
?outside your bedroom window?
and you think to yourself?
“is she broken just as me?”
?and so you take that one last drag
?you’ve taken away seven minutes?
off your life
?and those seven minutes?
could’ve been used to?
call her back?
but instead you light?
one more cigarette?
until tomorrow comes?
and the day after that?
and the day after that