Penmarks by One: Lane Fournerat

The hand that smokes
touches my soul
That soft touch
that makes me love
that makes me insane
the hand that cares
the hand that makes
everything o.k.
but contaminated
by the tobacco
that kills
yourself
and the touch
of softness
that makes me love
that makes me insane
the hand that cares
the ahnd that makes
everything o.k.
will die sooner than me
and I'll be left
alone in the darkness
remembering the happiness
that was there.