what we had is like a single lit cigarette:
it gave a temporary high,
it helped me breath even if it was just awhile;
a takeaway from stress,
it was relaxing.
but like a cigarette,
it was short lived,
memories like ashes, falling unto the pavement as if nothing happened;
a fleeting moment of vulnerability, of apatheticness.
sadly, i’m a chainsmoker.
i know how unhealthy it is for me,
how it’ll kill me in the long run,
to keep asking for more.
i yearn nothing more but to have a cigarette between my fingers.