He came home smelling like smoke
I could smell it as soon as I brushed past him
''Why do you smell like smoke? , '' I asked him
He shrugged. ''I don't know''
''Do people at work smoke? ''
''Yeah, '' he says, no hesitation
You don't smoke though, do you Georgie-boy? I ask him silently
You wouldn't smoke, would you?
He gave no reply
Within the confines of my mind
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