| the cold of the air outside held not the chill of the air we shared within tendrils of smoke ascended to nowhere over us while we whispered cheap nothings to one another as i softly spoke your name it seemed to become a prayer to validate my existance you cureled against me mimicking an embrace and i found that your touch was the temperature of your body and not a single degree warmer my eyes followed the burning ember between my fingers as i sought the true substance of smoke within my lungs i pretended to be a poet and drew pictures in the stale air while you made believe that my words mattered having served its purpose i extenguished the cigarette and imatated your embrace you always looked like an angel to me when my eyes were shut i kept them closed while the candle in the corner flickered in time to nothing at all |