with a cigarette in your hand.
Something about the traveling and Jack White ,
and sleeping in your van.
Something about striking up
conversation in a bar, sharing an infrequent
ritual with a stranger.
Something about being drunk and wild.
Something about being young and feeling it.
Something about nothing.
... about a sense of unwritten, unrecorded, unfailing nostalgia.
Something to go well with a coffee, the sex, a beer, the pot.
Something about the view -
breathing just wasn't enough.
Something to keep your hands busy.
Some smell to remember you by.
Some relief from the beauty and cleansing.
Something to go with not showering for four days.
Something to waste your money on.
Something to take time out from the time out.
Something to stick to.
Something to hold.
Something to shock mother with (also a smoker).
Something that suited you,
Because it was you.
You looked so good
with a cigarette in your hand, in summer.
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