You,
the alcoholic,
and I,
the new smoker
will grow entangled together.

We will feed
off of each other’s
mindless addictions.

I will need you for
your midnight slurs,
your midday affection,
and your mundane
morning routines
of a glass of water and
an asprin.

You will need me for
the lack of air fresheners
(our breath will
never smell as sweet
as it did when we first
met),
my evening outbursts
of emotional outrage,
and
my sober sense of humor,
along with
my help in cleaning up
you forgotten memories.