I wanted to be as
important
as that
ashtray
you tend to carry all around the
house,
not just the ash it collects, eventually being
dumped
        into
             the
                           trash,
along with all of your other
bad habbits.
I tried to replace that
cigarette
with my
fingers,
but no one will ever be
good enough
to hold your
hand.
The
                      smoke
is the only thing that has
ever
reached beneath your
rib cages.
Anything else that has
tried
has never ventured back alright.