Little words, simple words
on a white screen
They speak louder then I could

The air was cold
was freezing.
The air was like ice
But the cigarette warmed everything
Your lungs
Your finger
Your conversations.

Eventually it kills you
like everything else does
But it's cheaper then a woman.

There was a small fire
low, hardly burning.
It wasn't warm
but it was something to look at
something that changed
in a house that stayed so still.