I am sitting in my neighbors garage late at night, talking to my new friend who is going to soon propose to the woman he has lived with for six years.
A car drives up.
You're tall. A young man with a hard living soul.
And I want to give you a kiss, tell you its going to be okay. Finish your cancer stick and take a seat. Tell me all about it.
You give a hand shake to my new friend and are going to be leaving as quickly as you arrived. You're just picking someone up to take them home.
You've given me a handshake as well. But you're breathing doesn't slow down. I finally tell you to breath.
"I'm not usually like this"
"I know, so don't forget to breath"
He's stops what he's doing and does as I said.
A minute goes by. He gives me a hug. A real one.
"Thanks, I won't. I'll be around here, you live next door...I'll see you."
Keep taking drags, try to make some of them of air.