(Apparently the text formatting won't let me put in the correct spacing for this poem, so the full effect isn't really there, but i think you'll get the idea anyway. This was written by someone who didn't want his/her name up here for everybody to see, but THANK YOU for sending it to me!)
Leaning
against
a cement wall
the world
drifts by
your face
and the sound becomes
distant
and slow
and images
blur
Smiling
as you
inhale
a third time
can you even see me |