So little, so late.

I remember this feeling now.
Familiar as it seems to be,
up against that terrible brick wall
leaning. one foot to the brick,
smoking.
and I remember that:
I quite smoking a year ago,
there is no back pocket of crushed pills,
I can't just shut-up and run.
Yes, this is an answer to a response.
No, I'm not sleeping these days.
I haven't been this girl in a while.