construing sentences

cigarette

you take a drag

from your

newly-lit

cigarette,

and i watch,

as you offer

it to me,

with a

straight face.

you said,

"come on,

we don't have

all day."

and well,

i wish

we did,

just so 

i could be

with you

longer.

i didn't take

that "cancer stick"

from you.

i told you,

"i don't want

to die,

just yet."

and you laughed,

commenting that

you expected that

from me.

i was confused

as to what 

you meant,

but you were

too prepossessing,

that i forgot

to ask

why you looked

so engrossed

with the idea

of dying

before you even

reached twenty.

you were 

too young

to be this sad,

and i guess,

i felt bad,

because

i wasn't as sad

as you,

and i'm older.

i never smoked,

not even a puff,

from that "coffin nail"

of yours.

maybe it was

just a coincidence

that i enjoyed

the company

of someone

who wanted to die

so early,

and i'd like to tell you

how i really feel about

your thoughts

and opinions,

but i know

you'd just tell me

how no matter what

anyone says,

you'd still be

that mistake

everyone makes

you feel like.

well,

i'd just like to say,

how much

i like you,

and how

i wish you'd stay

with me,

for a few more years,

but you left me,

without saying goodbye,

with a lit cigarette

in your hand,

without any hope,

with an empty heart.

it's times like these,

when i have that

same brand

of cigarettes,

that you love,

that i think of

how you're doing,

and how you 

don't know

how much 

i miss you,

and how long

i've been waiting

for you to

come back.