He 2

He looks through smoke
Not seeing it curl
To the corner where ceiling
Meets wall

An ash falls,
His attention to nothing
Is broken
To sweep with finger tips

He returns to pondering
There must have been a reason
For the kissing, besides kissing
Maybe it was, as she said
Only simple convenience

But, that was then
And, this was now
Moments ago,
Reasons march on

Perhaps only then
Should be counted