I think of you*
I grab a cigarette.
I miss you I think
I lite it
I think of the feel of your arms and how much I need you
I start taking drags
I still love and want you
The drags become longer.
I remember the feel of you against me
Even longer now
I call out your name
The cigarette's gone. I light a new one.
I start silently crying
I sink to the ground
All our memories playing through my mind
Inhaling between every sob.
I continue on like this. Smoking and crying until the pain...
The pressure...
The never ending hurt begins to dull away.
Though never truly goes away.