A cigarette lit
Butt end hanging at the edge of his lip
Crowns of clouds surround
Dancing, swaying, winding their way up
Evaporating in the crisp air
Flavoring his denim
Gone are his distinctive characteristics
Hidden under a worn brim and a house light
Invisible as he chooses to be
Juxtaposed against public perception
Knotted memory
Lackluster demeanor
My Marlboro man
Nearly reached when hands extend in hopes of connecting
Obstinately objecting acknowledgement
Perish the thought
Question no more
Run instead
Save yourself the heartbreak
The headache
Understanding that he doesn’t want to be understood
Vows of silence as vast as his evening shadow
Wondering if there is anyone better at holding themselves hostage
X marking the spot in which he will cement himself as the cursed statue he is
Yowling in remembrance
Zeroing the scale, releasing the weight of a burdened heart
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