coincidence.

there are so many cliches
about heartache
that it's hard to speak in anything
other than borrowed tongue
like the way a cigarette
doesn't dull the pain
but you light one
anyway.

in dark rooms
with orange light on smoke
the air is thicker than
whatever words she tosses my way
but I don't fill holes
with lies about who takes the blame


I just inhale
inhale.