"You know how I don't like needles"
and I nodded
although I didn't know
don't know
you
anymore.
Once
we used to drink
sweetened coffee
brimming with milk
Now
I take it black
and you're on a diet again
Your eight month old baby
grabs the empty ashtray
and I want to light a cigarette
but I don't
We're all grown up now
that's what we tell ourselves
Ignoring the reality
We've grown apart.
