She: young and naked.
I: old and rich.
I gave her my cigarette which she smoked and cloaked herself in whispers of pale moonlight.
She smokes because she is young and invincible.
I smoke because I am old and have time to kill.
She asks for another before it is even finished.
I say nothing and get it started for her.
Her youthfulness is hungry and will take and take.
My age has left me with nothing that cannot be given away.
I am beyond pretending that what I have left is mine to take with me.