"If I was ugly, would you tell me?"
Somber lips reposed
Repressing old thoughts
staring at a neglected plant, who whispered for rain no one could hear
but her
"Yes" , the other girl nodded
who watched the honey bees pass a dying flower
They sat alone
in seperate corners distanced by salt and sea
talking to one another
While one held back the day light
heavy clouds
The other spoke to stars..
Jodi,
I smoked a cigarette for you this morning
I pulled back the filter
I blew the smoke in your direction
and it came to you as fog
it came to tell you,
I miss you .. think of me