Maybe

I am dragging on your cigarette
Irreparably attached to your dinette set
An expiration date to be met
in a secret
rush
to the door

Cartoon balloon heart
full of sugar and
spite
Might explode on us
any night

Be careful with that knife...

I see your smoke forming in the recesses
of our shared regrets
Icy blue eyes punctuate
implacable dissidence

Distractions
best exacted in
half-formed interests
-- all but keep me
begging at your feet
to be met with
Maybe

We will see...