you and your friends finish the wine
and then you kiss me goodbye.
you leave and
also take all the cigarettes.

this is an awful experience
for me.
because i have become drunk
sometime between half an hour
ago and now,
i cry after you close the door
and have not
a
**** thing to
smoke or
swallow
to make the
tears worthwhile.

there is nothing worse
than crying
alone.

there is nothing
better than crying alone
with a cigarette in hand.

this is a complicated
thing to explain.