Still(What Would Be Alright) Sequel Poem by Lauren Michaels

Well someone came back,
And pity him
Like he could hear my thoughts
He took my hand and he pulled me away.

And led me out to the moon
And in my inebriation
All I Could think was
How Beautiful
How the cigarette smoke
Twists over it so full
And wisps on to the night.

Then I looked to his face
All concern and searching
And he could never ever
Make Me So Green
But he's here and he cares
Despite what he knows
And I'm thinking

We are as sweet and ephemeral
As every twilight.
We are as sweet and ephemeral
As Every twilight.

And we might just get by.