Anytime.
We talk, I always say that;
"I'm okay."
But ever since that cold day in November.
You crushed my heart, yet act like you don't remember.
Anytime.
I press a stick of tobbaco against my lips.
It subtly reminds me of your kiss.
But anytime I smoke
I start to choke.
Not from the cigarette.
But just me, remembering all the good times we have.
As the tears stream down my face.
The elusive mist takes the place.
Of what we could've been.
Of what I wanted us to be.
But in the end.
It's just the smoke and me.

Though things may hurt today.
I have faith they will get better someday.
My friend,
I admire everything you do,
and it's not hard to love somebody like you.
Though it may be hard to see.
You mean a lot to me.
My friend,
It pains me to see you depressed,
Just know how far you progressed.
Though rough times may appear.
Just know I'll always be here.
My friend,
Never see yourself as a nusince.
We both know that's not true, since.
I enjoy your company.
Though I have not been around a lot.
Just know in me, you have a special place in my heart.
My friend,
Keep your chin up and push through,
Just know, I have faith in you.