my heart stopped
I dropped the cigarette that was hanging out the corner of my mouth
I thought I was over you
or at least close
maybe I was wrong
the twentieth was
in ten days
ten days till I see you again
in a white dress
walking down the aisle
into someone else's arms
that night,
I let the tears fall
for the first time in
a year and a half
YOU ARE READING
Up In Smoke
Poesía" she was nicotine, and I was addicted " *lower-case intentional*
