your hand
fights the wind
in December.
You light
you flatten your cheeks
and you inhale.
You're my hero
you're my superior
I once looked up to you.
But now we've hit this
odd tempation
in our lives.
We've met some people
done some things
gone through troubles.
I remember
when we first met.
We were kids
we were young
but never innocent.
We held hands
and ran down the beach
with curly, blonde hair.
We sat in our tree house
and pretended the knots
in the wood
were people.
We mowed lawns together
when we were older.
We sang songs
you played guitar
and I sang.
We ate marshmallows
until we both
got sick.
we hang out.
Then you take your hand
that is ungloved
in the nose of winter
and flick a switch.
You smile at me.
You tell me I'm your best friend.
You say, "hey, wanna join me?"
I say
Why did you let me down?
You shrug
and take a drag
claiming you'll never be happy
without it.
What about us?

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Hey fellow fictioners. I hope ya liked the poem. Reviews are great, as always. This one is about the discovery and realization that some of my friends are smokers. Kinda put me into lame shock for a while. Before recently my world has only seen innocent things, I guess. Anyway, thanks again!