The burn of the cigarette argues with the chilled gust
In his lungs their battle rages
He waves to others though they care not
Cold whiskey being the one true love for his hands
Sitting and waiting for things not to come
He battles the tears in his eyes
Though the eventual rain will provide cover
The curtain of solitude provided by none other
He cries out to everyone, expecting no one
The friends of few checking in
Looks of concern washing with the rain
Company of shaky hands and broken faces
He smiles, and yet does not shiver in the cold.
Chaz Casey is a junior student-athlete competing for the track and field team. He is majoring in Fitness and Wellness Management and minoring in creative writing. He has attempted writing novels, finishing two first drafts and is now branching into poetry.