Girls in shorts, ponytails swinging

Humidity oppressing my lungs even as they inhale menthol-flavored smoke.

Cigarette, I walk with you.

These days I feel hands on my skin again,

They are kind hands.

And if that's all they are in the end,

I'm fine with that;

These hands push me toward a full recovery.

I am ready for the fall and all the exciting

New beginnings it will bring.

Cigarette, I walk with you through the summertime,

Ponytail swinging.