I love how you walk
especially when you come my way

Actually it’s better when you’re going
because you were here to begin with

The ***** projector screen is your eyes
your thoughts may have something to do with

That smell of smoke is
all yours and my lungs can’t steal enough

I fell for your hands
and for the way they could tell stories

And for what those stories were all about
All those past lives and past loves carried

on the waves of words
incessantly rolling off your tongue

A ghost-inhaled smoke ring stains your teeth grey
and you never told me your real name