In the same way the smoke had floated in the room leaving traces of its presence, our faded eyes lingered on each other with shameless curiosity as residue.
And I’m not sure if it was the smoke or if it was time seamlessly stretching itself and collapsing into this moment of inquisitive desire, but the instant we looked into each other’s eyes for a second longer than what friends would I knew… that I was a goner.


I want you.
God knows I do.
But we’re friends
and I’m not supposed to.