The Realization That It Makes Me Content

          My throat begins to scratch at its self as I take another drag and continue to work my voice box. He looks into my eyes with deepest admiration, replying with the use of his own much lower toned box. Our voices wrap around one another as the words being spoken become more meaningful and intimate, and as the minutes slowly stretch along becoming unplanned hours. Every note that comes from his lips leaves my mind frazzled and scrambling to make my own sense of what he is trying to get across. I see his eyes narrow as he turns away to consider the statement I made last and light his own cigarette. His way of thinking leaves an impression on my own and I feel myself lost in anticipation. I circle around the marks he has left on my thoughts and I contemplate every last syllable until I come to the realization that it makes me content, listening to his melody.