Why fall in love with things that are ephemeral 

when it is not fair

but nothing is

my lips stained with dark lipstick its called mulberry and its your favorite

my mouth taste like sweet wine

bitter 

and I have not had a taste in months

my doctors advised me so

and while she smells sweet flowers 

I smell sweet second hand smoke 

"do you know squares kill?"

of course I do what a stupid question

why else would I be here

on Michigan Avenue in front of this unknown building 

inhaling and exhaling from a distance

I am limiting my self 

what is fairness because 3 months ago you got a new lover and I got cancer