Street Smokers

We smoke cigarettes outside on the lit up street.

A winter night, but addictions must be fed now.

A smattering of people pass by, leaving fancy bars,

and the night clubs, and we watch them, unfeeling.


What could open up a heart, as December falls in?

What could we find in a city like every other now?

You stand beside me, your head on my shoulder.

You stand beside me, but what do we stand against?


A few snowflakes are falling. Laughing, you catch one

on your tongue, giggling like a child, a silly little game.

The night goes on and we finish our cigarettes, go inside.

I used to dream of running, but The Devil can’t be shaken.


Maybe, when we sleep tonight, our dreams will be sweet………….

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