We gently rocked back and forth
Bodies pressed together
I watched the weeping willow's reflection
In the window, just above his head
I held my breath in anticipation
Of a gust of wind
To blow the scent of tobacco into my face
And the moment is lost
But like the smell of the smoke,
It lingers
Bodies pressed together
I watched the weeping willow's reflection
In the window, just above his head
I held my breath in anticipation
Of a gust of wind
To blow the scent of tobacco into my face
And the moment is lost
But like the smell of the smoke,
It lingers
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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