Eighteen
We learned to smoke
together, choking in sync
with car exhausts -
gnawing on Pall Malls,
our veins pulsing
Marlboro red.
We lay on brick
expelling smog:
singed our thumbs
to share a spark.
I quit last September,
my body outlawing cigarettes
like a respectable bar.
Your ash continues falling.
We learned to smoke
together, choking in sync
with car exhausts -
gnawing on Pall Malls,
our veins pulsing
Marlboro red.
We lay on brick
expelling smog:
singed our thumbs
to share a spark.
I quit last September,
my body outlawing cigarettes
like a respectable bar.
Your ash continues falling.