So here we were

at this cramped coffee-house

on third and you

are sliding another cigarette

between your lips

looking up at me with

those big green eyes

and heavy lashes

and you blink before you

look down at the lighter

which is sitting between us

and you stare a moment

as if stunned

that the simplest action

could have such dire consequence

and you just sigh

and lay the cigarette to rest

in the ash-tray.