I saw you there.
The glowing embers at the end of your cigarette
gave you away.
All I could see was your shape.
Pierced by your eyes, glittering,
as you caught me, mid-stare.
All you were was smoke
and vacant mystery.
And then you were gone.
You vanished into the night.
I was your last drag
off a dying cigarette.
We were hot and deadly.
We burned everything in our path.
We set buildings in flames,
and burnt bridges that can never be rebuilt.
I was your last exhalation of smoke
into the cool night air.
But you left me something to remember you by.
You gave me your cancer.
You lit me up fast
and got me addicted.
And now I am nothing but ash.