I woke up at two in the morning
and watched you sleep for a while
before pulling a sheet around my
body and sneaking outside, onto
the cold balcony.

I lean against the metal railing
and the fresh, cold air creates
goosebumps on my skin that
resemble the ones you had
created last night.

I hear you follow me out onto
the balcony and you stand beside
me and light up a joint, blowing
the powder white smoke into
the morning breeze.

I watch your lips form an 'O'
as you blow out smoke rings,
the same lips that kissed me
last night and left me shaking
in euphoria.

I think about how this moment
is passing by me so suddenly,
yet it means a lot when you
look at it in the morning
light.