Sink into the chair Prop your feet onto the rail Roll your face towards the sky Excluded from the conversation chirping and humming around you Full moon silently judging you Not about to make small talk on his watch The air is warm, but the wet breeze chills Echos of past conversations blow through Just you and the stream of smoke tunneling from your mouth Wondering where all the normal souls are now A click, a creak, a flapping bat A tapping bug, relentless in trying to break through the glass to the light on the other side There’s a slight smile on my lips, but I have no idea why Im holding my own vigil I light my prayer candle and take a drag It’s just you and me, old friend. And I can’t stand you, so where does that leave me?