Dear Friend,

  Finally I met up
with my old friend,
today. And must I say,
I missed Her so. But I
must confess that I have
a previously ashamed
love for Her. Her and
Her lovely scent,
and the feel of Hers in
my hands. The way She
lures me in, and the
******* taste of Her
on my lips. My hand
quivers. Eyes rolled back
I prayed to the Lord
for letting me see my
long forgotten friend;
a sin on hold. Alas, you
must know, dear Cigarette
, I missed you so. And
when the sun sets,
we can meet again
and wait for the stars
to shine.

Your's truly,
- Disheveled Christian Youth