twentysix degrees outside,
i'm smoking a clove cigarette and
you're walking two steps ahead
freezing your way to the car,
while i fall two steps behind
burning the life out of me
behind a smokescreen.

the film we saw wasn't that great
as all the critics had raved
but nothing lives up to its
billing these days
like the promise of
something new in two thousand
and six
but i've come to expect
less and less
from what i predict

more and more,
the only thing i can never
be certain of
is when this heart of mine's
going to stop beating for you;
i used to believe that it could
be any moment that it would
flame out like the cherry off
the last puff on this cigarette
but
slowly i've learned that
time is enduring and we've
still got a pack or two to
go before we quit cold turkey
and frankly, i don't smoke
that much

so i figure this might last a while;
i take another drag and
enjoy the good life
as i catch up to you
make up the two steps and
kiss you on the lips.

01/01/2006

Author's Note: i love you.

Posted on 01/02/2006
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