You see me arriving
you laugh
say hello
comment how bad my hair looks but how good I let my beard grow
and it seems it was yesterday when we met
and that four hundred days have not passed
since the last time I was in this same place
looking at you in this same way.
You ask if I still smoke
I nod
I would say you sadden
maybe
because of that secret fear you have
of me dying.
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