It was the cigarette
You lit when you stood infront of me
And did not say a word
You did not offer me one
You usually do

It was the cigarette
You lit when i lit mine
I asked for your lighter
You gave it to me silently

I talked
You listened
I begged you to say something, anything
You said "It is what it is"
I went on talking
You went on listening










We kissed.






It was the cigarette you lit
After offering me one
It was me who declined
As I took my own pack
And lit my own cigarette

That was the end.