I get the text
I flash back
When you told me to quit smoking.
That every puff you caught over the phone upset you.
I remember how you told me someone close to you died because of it.

I remember that night
Picking up a bottle when you texted me.
What was once an enjoyable activity
Now became a hole to dig myself into.
You called
I couldn't find the strength to pick up my phone
I'm sorry so I picked up my pack.
As I flipped it open I thought about what you would say.
Should I be angry?
Sad?
Or should I be happy for you?

I lit the end.
If I was going to **** myself.
This is the way you'd want it
once again you text me.

You call me
What do I say?...