the hallways are shallow
faces pass by-
another person i don't know

i habitually scan each person's expressions
to see if they're as blank as yours
nobody is quite like you

with your long hair
dark like tree bark
and your definite smokers cough
that you never held back from me

as you ran your fingers through my hair
constantly having a pack of marlborlo silvers
peeking out of your back pocket

it's not quite the same without you,
i hate to admit

but if you returned,
you'd just add another cigarette hole in my heart