Tangible things

As a force-fed smile falls off bitten lips
With a flick of the wrist
My proclaimed last cigarette lay in a puddle on the concrete
My hands fiddled restless with the charm around my neck

These things and the light touch of cold air
Were the only real things, the only tangible things

With a placid look on my face, I remember
I don't need to smile to prove if I'm happy.

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