TGIF
Thank God it’s Friday,
you used to say
as we curled up on the couch.
The television was on
close to our faces
to be closer to their world.
I remember you smoking your cigarette
inhaling deeply and exhaling loudly.
I used to hold my breath
for as long as I could because
I didn’t want to get cancer.
Now as I stand with you on the porch
smoking my own cigarette,
you laugh (trying not to cough)
and remember those nights,
as I try to figure out why.