I’m asking strangers for cigarettes and wondering if they’re actually angels. My mind is falling to pieces and I want you to help me put it back together like a puzzle. I’m roaming graveyards of people I don’t know and missing their laughter as if I heard it once before. I’m feeling lost again. We share secrets in the nighttime because 2am won’t tell a soul. We yell back at the world for being so vindictive. We wave at boredom from the roof top as our limps hang over gutters. Leaves sticking to the backs of my knees. You ask me if I ever think about jumping and I lie. I remind you to put your embers out and you tell me to swallow the ashes. We push and pull in a strange balancing act until one of us falls. At what point do people stop becoming strangers? I was a darling for you and you know it too. You know it well. I bummed your last cigarette.