My lips curl around my last cigarette.
I allow the smoke to mix with the air
And fill my lungs.
I exhale the poison

And pass the tobacco ridden stick
To my only friend.
I watch as she does the same,
With clouded eyes submerged in sadness.

She stares straight into my soul and
Whispers, We're in this together.
Little does she know, I loath spending this time
With her. I hate sharing my last cigarette

With someone I can't stand.
I turn my head, avoiding any
Need to say a word,
And as she passes the cigarette,

I shift my gaze back onto her face,
And notice that I'm staring into the mirror.