sucking the grey

as i sit under this big dark umbrella
of this popular metropolitan cafe
an image of
my heart i imagine,
cold black steel
chair, i compare it to,
the one i am using right now
as i try to rest my body
tired from waiting.

you have crossed
my mind once
again, it left
another scar,
blood rushing, like
droplets of
water after the thunder
had slit the dark sky.
like pouring sorrow
down the dusty
urban roads, thick
mud begins to form.

as thick as the time and
space that obstructs us to
be together.

unfamiliar faces surround me,
they are strangers but
we share something in
common, the grey
smoke that comes out
of our mouths
after sucking the bitter
sweet comfort th cigarette gives
something you cling to
especially on days
such as this one.