If you listen closely,

You can hear the sound of the paper...

slowly evaporating into the night.

Loosing it’s battle 

with the cherry on your cigarette.

You take a long, 

steady drag.

Bringing both of your lungs

to the brim.

Immediately feeding 

oxygen into the  

tiny inferno that’s resting between your finger tips.

Breathing a new life into the tiny glowing pulse.

This all but guarantees defeat for the paper.       

I relax and rest my head back into your chest.

Then,

I attempt

to some how listen closer.

but still,

You're to far away. 

I don’t think

I’ll ever really hear 

the beat 

that defines,

the rhythm of your heart.

 

@be_ren_dan