going to meet the boy who has no name.
so we can smoke our cigarettes together.

he fills the empty, with our little talks.
leaning up against the no smoking sign.

it scares me, the way that I think of him,
like clockwork. meet by the sign,
monday wednesday friday afternoons,
and I'm starting to watch the time.

he's starting to fill up the empty spaces,
that he doesn't even know exist.

I still haven't asked his name.