sad boys

sunlight bright,

i pulled a cigarette out of my pocket;

placing the butt between my dry lips as i light up the other end.

him, on the other hand, could smell the smoke coming out of my mouth.

"stop." he ordered, lowering his head down as he covered his nose.

"excuse me?"

"stop that," the boy said, "smoking is bad."

i chuckled as i puffed out smoke from my mouth again.

"i tried to stop, kid, but i just can't."

he sighed, a hint of disappointment written across his facial expression,

and that's how we met.

it may not be a nice meeting memory for him,

but it was a perfect meeting memory for me.

in a beautiful morning.