smokin' with cigarettes

Dear friend,
You gave me the truth
About me,
And my demons.
You loved me even more
Because we were the same.
Broken, wild and burried
Like an old flower, whose
found in the old book.
We used to read books together
Because then, we felt so right and alive.
You still live inside of me.
I still adore you.
I still remember you.
I remember
Your jokes and laugh.
Your long hugs.
Your eyes and your pain inside them.
Your way of smokin’ a cigarette,
And your broken promises.
But I can’t remember
the feel you gave me.
But I wish I could.
Please come back someday.
And then,
I will know.
—  Veronica B.