Pondering On the Roof Top-

cigarettes bounced up and down on our lips, while we spoke and a murmur of honest words hovered around us with the smoke a late night conversation addressing all our hopes and dreams of where we want to be going and how great it all seems sometimes we had a good laugh others we’d just stare into space taking about this or that, escorted by memory-made smiles running over our face as it got later, we had no more words except “how are we gonna get down?” and we would save similar discussions for the next time around