Author's Note: This goes along with my poem 'Smoke And Mirrors'. Thanks for reading.

Because He's There
He walks in
smelling like smoke
and I can't tell
what it is
he's thinking.
I think he knows
that I'm waiting by the door
just for him;
that I walk into the room
because he's there;
but she's there
and neither of us
will look each other's way.

TMK 1/25/04