I wonder sometimes
      what I was thinking.
            what I was feeling.
all the cigarettes that I smoked, and thought of you,
your essence was slipping away with every exhale of emotion.

you're gone.
I don't see your face anymore.
and you haven't given me a good poem,
the entire time I had to write about it.
come to think of it,
you were never that remarkable.

february 9th, 2013