zwei Zigaretten


i hadn’t realised i dropped them until he reached under my chair

and picked up a crumpled Gauloises packet.


there were only a few inside, i thought , as i watched him

pop a cigarette in his mouth

and the packet in his breast pocket

like they had come from there in the first place.


too sheepish to tell him they were mine

i thought i would at least smoke one back

and asked rhetorically

” u got a spare ? ”


“sure ” he says, reaching for the limp packet

and handing me what was the sole remaining cigarette.

i declined, telling him

that i couldn’t possibly take his last one.


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