1+1= just me, now.

Written by: Joseph Granda-Padron

and I saw you once
smiling at me 
the smoke of our shared
cigarette ascending     merging

and I loved you my friend
I loved you and your giggle
our conversations
our hugs and tears
our moments...

the cancer was so fast
too fast.    I stopped smoking
afterward.     my smoke
just wasn't the same without
yours alongside mine.

when we meet again
you better have a smoke
for me     we'll share a cigarette
I'll tell you I was so angry
when you passed
and I'll listen to your excuse of
cancer

until then I hope you
can understand 
how much 
I miss you.