The creak of a door, A sliver of light Slips and illuminates the evergreen tops.
A sigh of relief echoes between our two walls. I hear the flick of a lighter. An orange glow appears. Floating about an arms length away from a dark shadow mostly hidden behind the evergreens i always complain of.
We end up mimicking each others actions Swimmers in a line, Diving in at the same time. Synchronizing the timing of raising our separate cigarettes to our separate lips,
It’s a small solace, Two strangers, simultaneously trying to **** themselves just a bit quicker The only form of intimacy we know at this point in life.
Ash, take a drag, ash, take a drag Rinse and repeat The wash cycle is almost over We puff away together Until one of us tires or hits the ****.
I once again, hear; The creak of a door, A sliver of light illuminates the tight knit needles. I hear a gentle slam, In his own way, a goodnight