it's feels great to inhale.
breathing and smoking, forgetting stories and suppressing ideas.
or just breathing.
and exhaling. remembering.
and making a faint noise, like the last humming vowel of the last word written on the back of your school photo that you gave me saying "para el amor de mi vida, para que me recuerdes. siempre"
and it does feel good letting you hold onto the tip of my tongue.
you can stay there as long as you like.