You pulled out some smokes

It seemed like in an instant
The flick of a bic
An undeniable fire had been lit

If only the cigarette had been shared
I would have known that it was short lived.

Oh the satisfaction of those toxic fumes filling my lungs
Oh the nights shared sitting on a porch
Oh the songs you showed me amongst the smoke

I kept lighting mine one after another
But now your pack has emptied

And I'm sitting alone

On my own porch

With my lit cigarette.