He smiles
A nicotine-stained smile
And waltzes through life
Appearing carefree

But I know better.

He's in love
Pretending to be in Love.
Not quite in Love, though.

His weary and wandering soul
Restless.
Forever searching for Something more.

Is there Something more?

He tries finding it
In her touch
And her lipstick kisses.

It's not there, though.

He tries finding it
With each life-taking
Puff

It's not there, though.

Why can't he see
That what he needs
Is right beside him?

Why can't he see
The arms
That are extended and ready
To receive him?

Why?

Why, Ralph?

Why?