Second-hand love

she watches the smoke lift
its carried away,
drifting away,
like her heart
floating farther from her
with each breath
he's drowning in the dirty air
unaware-
he's got to be everything.
with a cough,
he's choking on my unspoken
expectations,
but just mistakes it for
cigarette residue.
second-hand love.

[i am dirty,
used,
and broken.
but i am yours.]