Smoking



He starts smoking
When things fall apart
Stops preaching the things he used to know
Because he doesn’t believe them anymore
Laughs at the insignificance of faith
While exhaling
She covers her head
Feeling ugly, feeling lost
I hold hands with the corner of the room
But two walls are not enough
When they are
Crumbling from inside
Next door
Through walls
She casts feelings with fingers, finding
Comfort
And the echoes of singing in the shower
Are hardly worth remembering
Sleep eludes
While we drain sympathy from vases
From meals we never cooked
And cards that don’t celebrate
      My summer tan is fading