By Linds B.
Black coffee in hand,
A cigarette in her lips.
She leans her head back so lazily,
Letting the smoke escape from her mouth.
She produces a laugh due to the current conversation.
I watch her the whole time,
smiling right alongside her.
I don’t want to look at anything else.
I spend copious amounts of time trying to figure out how a human could be so perfect.
I still haven’t figured it out.
luckily . . .
I have a whole lifetime to figure it out.