we met there in the hospital
with the chapstick on your teeth
you handed me your sandwich
before i even said a thing
we both are stuck inside of here
but i took you home in my pocket
you are the mauve colored pencil
i stole, just to prove i could
but in a decade will you be here
with me, fat and out of work
i will sit beside your bedside
unwrapping chocolates for you
and wrapping your tired, swollen ankles
in hot towels
with our fruit of life emerging
we will sit and talk a lot
as we grow just so much older
just before our bodies rot
i will want to sit down with you
and talk, and nothing more
we’ll talk and think and talk and breathe
until the world does cease to turn
we will watch the clouds
that are slowly losing form
but still passing by
and i will try to sound smart
but end up sounding more stupid
than i ever will be in my life
and you will laugh and i will smile
and wish i could laugh at myself
and i will take your hand and kiss it
and inhale the sweet stinging stench
of smoke and kiss you on the lungs