Forests and Sticks and Her
He coaxed her with cigarettes.
Knowing that she would capitulate
To spending time with him
That he had been pushing for
She’d been craving the cigarettes
And the genuine human connection
She came from the wrong direction
Just for a moment, she was
They walked indirectly to his destination
He was busy worrying about her
Forgetting his usual unwavering
Directionality of purpose
Joining the magic of green
That littered ground and sky
Stopping on a narrow wooden footbridge
They swung their legs over the small creek
From the rains of the week
Together, they cancered for a while
Blowing smoke into the otherwise
They breathed the incredibly
They breathed the incredibly
Even though they both wouldn't have
The cancer caught up to them
So they savored each others’ silence
Emerging from the coverage
Of foliage that made them feel
They neared the fork in their
But not before a short goodbye