The Writer's Cigarette
One lonely cigarette burns in your window now,
shutting me out completely.
A brief chapter, begun in offhand action, ended with a cautious word.
No book to follow.
I wanted to ask: Is there anything you need from me, or see in me, or
was I just another human intrusion on your soul --
I sought a friend; you sought a character, and characters are not allowed
to touch real life.
A figment of your emotion's imagination, created in a puff of smoke, disappearing in ash.
And so I pass by your window, wondering if I'll ever recognize myself when I'm published.
-- TLPatten, 1991
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