Just the Two of Us

I like smoking.
I like smoking alone.
I like smoking by the sea.

The cool breeze on my face
contrasting the hot smoky air
travelling inside my body
from mouth to lungs
and up again.

Sometimes
it’s a way of counting time:
from my house to the tube... two cigarettes!

Sometimes people don’t like me smoking.
Sometimes they make me and mr cigarette go all the way outside.
Guess what? I don’t like people sometimes.

Me and mr cigarette are a match made in heaven!
Together! Forever! Until our last breath!

by john and maya