cigarettes in an everlasting winter

when i first met you at the park that late winter night, you where standing there, next to the swings.

i was so intrigued why you didn't just go on the swings.

"they scare you?" i asked, "no, not in the slightest." you responded.

"do you know how?" "do i know how what?" "how to swing of course." that little smile.

"of course i know how." "let's swing together then." "only if you share a cigarette with me." of course i handed this angel a cigarette.

we sat on the swings while i lighted the cigarette for her.

i was so stuck in my mind wondering what i did wrong that i didn't even notice she had left until she got to the gate of the park.