Midnight Cigarette Break

It’s cold out here

You sure you want to join me?

Sorry about the ashes on the table

I’ll clean ‘em up later, just...

Just not now

Not when I’m making love with the night sky

 

Why am I doing this every night?

Because that thing up above tells me who I really am

It takes my mask off

It tells me any kind of truth

 

It is the closest thing I have to a lover

 

If it were a girl,

I’d craft her a wooden ring