"let the world go by all lost in dreams"

This house
we've been to,
this field
where
nothing grows,
nothing proves.

This place
we've traveled,
examined,
these memories,
these regrets.

I don't claim
given attributes.
I don't claim
this place.
The sun rising
over clouds
and under God.
This country
we were given,
this space we filled,
all of it.

With the slightest move
light beams shine through
the smoke of a cigarette.

Moving into your arms,
reeking
of tobacco,
I am consumed.