I lit another cigarette.

Couldn’t think of anything else to do.

Juliet stopped eating carrots to say,

“That stuff will kill you,”

It was tough trying to live

with a woman that good.

Last I heard she was saving India

and Africa was next.

I wrote her a letter that said

I’d changed my ways,

that I’d like to join her and save

some continent, too,

how about Australia?

Didn’t send it.

Didn’t do much of anything after she left.

Smoked some cigarettes.

Smoking, I was good at that.