I like to sit outside and
think of you

the grass is fragrant
Which reminds me
of your constant overuse
of cologne to cover the
scent of the cigarettes
You smoke
and the wind
whether it knows or not
whispers your name
and reminds me that you
are a bad idea
that loving you
is dangerous
So I don't listen to the wind
because the wind
has never loved you
and the wind
has never had the satisfaction
of your voice and your smile
And your touch