• Cigarette placed between her finger tips,
    Drags to watch the paper burn
    Puff after puff inhaling through parted lips
    She needs this to return.

    Befriended smoke lingers,
    It dances all around
    Hope sets between her fingers
    A ritual profound.

    Mouth dry and stale
    Exhales- she needs more
    Masked by a smokey veil
    A hard thing to ignore

    Burn an image out her mind
    She did her best to pretend.
    Could she only be so blind?
    Ash all smothered in the end.