lips pressed, long drag
if it was anyone else,
I’d step aside, look away.

chest raises, you take another
my eyes see your interior -
smoke travels quickly…

breathe in, breathe out
why can I see the residue
in the cavity of your lungs?

lips pressed, chest raised
why am I the one
who feels light-headed?

I watch you fill your lungs with
the opposite of life,
and all I want is for yours to last longer
than mine.