A boy I loved kept the truth from me
Just so I could keep on smiling
His laughter contagious
His hands on my shoulders
And in my hair
And on my lighter
To light my fire
I studied his face, while I inhaled
He studied mine as I exhaled
I, trying not to show too much of what I felt
He, trying to make me show what I felt for him
Any minute now, I might break
The cigarette in his mouth
Becomes an hourglass
Almost at an end
He smokes it slowly to prolong the time
We know once it’s done
The reason for our outside meeting
Will no longer be legitimate
What was it then that I felt, and why?
Was it the certain way he touched a cigarette to his lips
Or how he kept it there deciding his next move?
I wanted to be that cigarette
He puts it out
It’s no longer burning
But I am, as I walk inside
I wrote this sometime in the summer of 2009. Looking back on it now, I cannot believe that that was once my life. Things seemed almost carefree... well compared to now. In one full year all of that would be taken away. I had a crush on a coworker, and we'd always find reasons to spend time together. Looking back on it I smile. Those were good memories. When I say he kept the truth from me, he was about to get fired in the upcoming week. He just didn't want to spoil the fun we used to have.