you’re twenty-six
living in New York City
in an apartment by yourself
with indisposed thoughts
as company
you light a cigarette
on the emergency stairs
outside your bedroom window
and you think to yourself
“is she broken just as me?”
and so you take that one last drag
you’ve taken away seven minutes
off your life
and those seven minutes
could’ve been used to
call her back
but instead you light
one more cigarette
until tomorrow comes
and the day after that
and the day after that
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 8:36 AM UTC
you’re twenty-six
living in New York City
in an apartment by yourself
with indisposed thoughts
as company
you light a cigarette
on the emergency stairs
outside your bedroom window
and you think to yourself
“is she broken just as me?”
and so you take that one last drag
you’ve taken away seven minutes
off your life
and those seven minutes
could’ve been used to
call her back
but instead you light
one more cigarette
until tomorrow comes
and the day after that
and the day after that