These moments define us

The cigarette smoke that filled the room was comforting, even though I don't smoke.

Maybe it's the way smoke hides things.

Not just objects... but emotions and stares.

In a place I call my second home,

with a person I call my brother.

So much can be said, while lips never part.

Ay, the clock ticks by.

"Only sailors and whores... only sailors and whores"

Cheers

© Luke Daniel