You sit
On the
Windowsill
Staring out
Into the
Night,
Smoke
Trailing
Unheeded
From your
Cigarette
Listening
To her breathe
Softly
In the
Bed
You just
Shared-
How hard,
How easy
It is
To open
One's self up
To another,
How empty,
How full,
When one
Knows
That one
Is about
To die.