180,000 Cigarettes Later
I once knew a girl
Drowning in the ocean
Salty water stole her breath
Replacing it with a desperate longing
Strong real, dreams
A plan for the future
180,000 cigarettes later
And she’s still here
Clouds dancing to a slow serenade
Sung by the wind
The sun warms me with its yellow rays
And we sat out by the train tracks
Bonded by blood
We promised to see the world
Together
The soles of our shoes
Worn out by the endless fields
Running my fingers along the jagged scar
I realize fifteen was not
So young for spirit
She made it sound like magic
One day she left
Took her own way out
Came back blue with
Hollow bruises
She began to move
As though the wind
Could blow her away
The train tracks
Endless and beautiful are our home
Two wrinkled
Fractions of flesh coming towards the hill
She lights up looking at the sky
I look at her
180,000 cigarettes later
I still love her