I had a drag of his cigarette and it reminded me of that girl I used to know.
I hated her but I continued to smoke with him until 4:30 am.
Cartoons played on television. I watched even though I hate cartoons.
It didn’t matter, I’d forgotten my age.
He touched me and my lungs decided to stop filling with air.
My heart raced a marathon and kept me from sleep.
I still don’t know if I’ve woken up or if this is a dream or if he even existed.
Although, songs always have lyrics that remind me of him and I seem intense
with these melodies,
even in his absence.
—I can’t convince you for once just to hear me out