uncertag

you can call me shallow
but her eyes still shine
with her youth of yesteryear
flecks of red lines stream through
she was a pupil
taught to smoke and curse
aboard crowded trains
her innocence wore contact lenses
she saw everything real through glasses
i saw her
only her
holding a paper cig
between two fingers
unaware that paper would soon be nicotine
unaware that she is addicting
i slowly take a drag of her essence
exhaling what she has filled me with
hope.
love.
time.