I'm sat in silence across from you as you take the first drag of your cigarette.
exhale.
I mirror your actions, inhaling sharply as the pain hits my heart and it sinks down
down
down.
your smoke and my sorrow mingle somewhere near the pit of my stomach.

I watch you closely, following every movement as if I could miss something vital to the plot of a film.
you turn your head and catch my stare and I almost whisper
i missed you,
dear god,
i missed you.