You lit it right in front of me
I watched you inhale  
as if  you had been searching
For that one breath
Your whole life
i may not have been fond of the taste
but for your lips
It's a small sacrifice
You smiled in silence
then looked away
It was snowing pretty hard
I remember
walking over  to where you were
and you asked me
what I thought about smoking
Then finished my peach juice to mask the taste on your tongue


That was our last kiss



Now i smoke
And I haven't had peach juice since