At The Lung Center. (Part2)

You weren’t comin, were you?

I knew it.

slowly, I puffed my last stick

hoping the moment I finish it

you will be there, looking at me from a distance.

but you weren’t there.

 

Where were you, my dear?

you know how excited my heart goes

each time I smoke

because I know you will be watching me

and I will be staring at you.

But you weren’t there.

 

Please, tell me you feel the same

that you long for me

that you wish you knew my name.

You know, whenever our eyes meet

I wanna kiss you, in the eyes.

 

What’s your name, by the way?