(even though everything is okay,
everything is okay tonight)
thankfully nobody can read
your fingers laced with smoke
today the sun was the lightest hue
a singular clear orb set against
a sky made only of clouds
grey and smoke
everything is okay.
it isn't hopeless anymore.
fragments of a moving life
follow you like stains
sometimes when you hold
the cigarette between two
hesitant
fingers, you forget that it's
you;
your eyes follow me in the dark
my days are sandcastles
next to your seas.
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