Tonight was better than most,
You were honest,
And so was I.

Weird thing is...
I'm happy.
Even though I don't know if you'll be there in the morning.
I was happy.

You saw through me.
You told me who I was, and who I am.
It was odd.
Wonderful.
But odd.

You held my hand and tried to talk sense to me.
I wanted to say yes.
But I'm not a liar.
I won't be okay.
But in the end... neither will you.

My confidence mask how I have none,
I don't enjoy my laugh,
I love tea,
I want to trust you'll catch me when you fall,
I want to write you a letter..........

A cigarette filter dangles between the boney knuckles of my middle and index finger
Smoke rolls up my hand
My head falls to the back of the chair
I can smell the pollen drifting from the oak trees
They remember when dying for what you believed in was an easy decision

A cigarette filter hangs between my lips
Smoke rolls up my cheeks
Stinging my cornea
They have yet to see what it means to hold the hand of a brother you have never met
To watch his life become a folded flag

A cigarette filter lies in an ash tray
The smoke rolling into the atmosphere
The cherry red slowly fading
The filter has heard the worries of a soldier yet to serve his country

A pack of cigarettes lay on a bedside counter
Waiting to hear what more I have to say

two people
two hands longing
for each other's warmth
yet barely touching
naive enough to not
appreciate the moments
they get to hold each other

two people
two spirits longing
for each other's love
since it's been too long
yet both too shy to
appreciate the times
they could have told each other

two people
two looks longing
to meet again
two strangers, not strangers
yet act like it
never appreciate the time
they could've spend together