I light a cigarette, knowing I’ll throw it away once I’m done, which is when I remember you.
I’ll watch the smoke furl; tainted hues of blue creeping higher before dissipating into the distance.
The embers of solidarity illustrate the breath of stale decaying ****, pretty soon I’ll need another fix. I’ll need to taste you, draw you in, where you’ll entwine with the promises I swallowed.
Your picture has become a blurred line in my vision, I can barely recollect our final collision through anger tearing apart your portrait. There’s little to be done but wait, wait for the smog of regret to clear, I’d open a window, but it’s still your ghost I call home.
I don’t want to be left outside the world you never intended to keep me in, it was my own mind that locked me inside as I waited, breath baited under the static of a story too cliché to be tragic.
I’ll break before I break the habit.