On the Brink

You told me you are aware
of the danger.
You grimaced after you smiled, your shoulders
shook with self-deprecation
as I watched the smoke pour from your mouth.

I won’t stop you from trying, I feel
the understanding coursing through my veins
like that nicotine running into your blood.

But I don’t know yet if you are self-aware,
strong with the experience of a thrice-made man
or my twin fool,
stomping into the sunny abyss,
not once looking back.

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