tout ce que j'aime.

And when the show was over
we went for a walk in a cemetery
that was next to the bar.
She pulled out the one pack of cigarettes that she buys once a year,
and we walked through the graves
and each smoked one.

And that walk,
I think,
will be engraved in my memory for a long time.

I remember the full moon,
the talking and the silence,
and the feeling
that each of us were doing something rare.

The thought that the only other people
walking through cemetaries and smoking cigarettes just then
were either thirteen year old girls or homeless men,
but somehow doing so fit the two of us
perfectly
just then.