I bit the end off of
A seven dollar cigar
It was raining
The same way it did
24 years ago
The day I arrived
Puffing the heaviness
I felt like an old book
Left out in the rain
Then dried by the sun
Dirt stained, cover ripped off
Pages crumbling
By the softest touch
I thought about
All the hell it took
To get to this cigar
On the porch
I puffed the heaviness
It burned smoothly
And felt all too
Familiar