saints be merry

i met up with your best friend,
she really liked me – in a way.
i had all i wanted back home,
but why would i want to stay.
you were working afternoons,
i was there just to visit you.
and you smiled on,
and on – when you saw my face.
what was i doing in this place?
didn’t want to make the same mistake.
i missed you, more then days could save.
because you were so far away,
that our love let down.
but we meant it – till that day.
used to the taste of cigarettes,
and the sorrow of my ways.