I shake the carton
two crumpled cigs
Slide out into your palms
We laugh at the ridiculousness
Knowing we’ll need to make a stop-
Perhaps our last midnight adventure
Lighting one each to bide our insatiable thirst
I watch your jawline through the smoke
Tense, tongue holding back words
I already know in my heart.
We won’t survive this one
Together or apart,
Death has come for us.
I lean against the light post
Smile hinting at my lips
It brings me peace knowing
Your lips don’t want to say the truth
For once, perhaps we thought
Living could be for us.