I asked him for a cigarette
but he said it wasn't okay.
I thought of those things I gave up for him
and he couldn't even lend a smoke.
He said, "Mivazivazy Jaisikka."
"Yeah, I'm kidding" was my reply.
I made him laugh pretty hard
although there was no joke.
We sat there for awhile
and I continued to write.
Later my hand above his
one hand black the other white.
Perhaps that evening
he realized his mistake.
Wished he could do it over again
take the chance he didn't take.
But there's rules to be broken
and there's ones to obey.
It's clear where the lines are drawn
when he says it's not okay.