I remember 

smoking Marlboro menthols on the back steps of my little share house in Walthamstow 

I remember the smell of the air and the freedom I felt 

And the depth that I would feel

Along with the deep remembering 

of who I was 

after so many years of forgetting 

Moments of bliss inside of chaos 

That would leave me smiling and feeling content 

I miss her 

Some nights when the air is fresh and I go outside after to long of being in, 

I am transported back 

I sit on the step next to her and hold her hand

Thank her for what she is doing and tell her 

“It turns out so great, I promise you”

And we both just sit there smiling 

Looking up at the night sky