She asks for a cigarette.
Graciousness follows
the exchange.
Introductions soon forgotten.
She talks and asks questions.
I listen and nod. More talk
than a cigarette deserves.
I drag a little harder
on my own burning smoke,
trying to escape.
She babbles about life.
Her's and how
she meets a new person
everyday.
A nod in my direction.
I could never
make these kinds
of introductions. Desiring
rather, to be left alone.
My mind begs
for the cigarette back.
Not going to happen.
I snuff mine out
before it's ready.
Turn to walk away.
"It was nice to meet you Brett."
A nood at introductions soon forgotten.
3 comments:
I actually like this one...maybe because you stole my line
You uttered a phrase in conversation, I thought it sounded good for a title, so I used it. At least I wrote the poem around it so hush. :)
I like this one...it kinda connected right away because, well, I know I have been in THAT situation before, not with a cigarette though.
~EM
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