i came to you alone,
lonely as a grocery store parking lot at four a.m,
a coffee in my right hand,
and a cigarette on the other,
sat down beside you,
we make jokes,
laughter’s echoing in every corner,
as soon as the sun is waking up,
we’re both blowing smoke rings pretending that they are haloes,
our eyes intertwine,
i asked myself,
could i believe in the magic?