A Girl With A Cigarette Poem by I.J. Benjamin

i was sitting on the metal slab
waiting for a train
at 8 am,
minding my own thoughts,
when a girl came up to me,
the sound of worn out heels on the asphalt
gave her away

i barely looked up, i was hunched,
my stare was
frozen like that, like that cold bench that was always
there and i, always waiting for
another train,

i gave her a ciggarette, my last one,
i was a fool trapped by her warm breath on my
neck,
thank god the train came, then,
and i got up, hurriedly,
not turning around.

the wheels rolled,
they were going to take me away and
inside, it was quiet, too quiet
i looked up
and i saw her, her cheeks were red she was smoking away in the cold, with my cigarette
in her mouth....she gave me
a big tired sort of a
puff, a great big puff, that crowded the rest of the crowd and i smiled and she
smiled back.... i never saw that smile again.