The remnants of your last cigarette from a few minutes prior lingers on your lips
as I inhale that lasting bitter taste of your sour kiss
that I can't let escape my mind
and I can't help but ask myself if I'm giving you everything I can possibly offer to you
because by the way you look at me
and how your voice trembles when I get too close
I wonder if you miss something
maybe something you've dreamed of
or something that consumes your thoughts on a Friday night
when the concept of sleep is irrelevant
or maybe you're just searching me for that cigarette kiss
that is only found in your daydreams