I watch as the already exhaled smoke floats in front of me
Dancing decievingly
Convincing me it isn't leaving.
Unfortunately I've convinced myself the same
The smoke fades nearly unnoticed
See, I'm not a fool & I'm far too observant not to notice
Although not foolish, I foolishly believe the smoke will stay
And as the smoke drifts about I notice my own pattern...
I always convince myself that when its practically impossible, something or someone will stay. Just like this cigarette, this pattern is killing me. slowly
The smoke finally disappears into the crisp air
**This time I sigh in relief
