A meeting of its kind,
like many others in life,
that don't go as dreamed,
he sat opposite to me
in mood and body,
smoking Navy cigarettes,
loving every puff.

I sat, sad at heart
loving every breath
of his cigarette,
the passive smoker
for the moment.

But glad, so glad
to be there,
if that hour of smoking
gave  bad lungs,
one to get me going
to that final end
a  bliss it seemed
for
it will be taking him
or our shared time
with my existence.