• I hold this cigarette to my lips it's deathly kiss shines an orange glow in dim light.
    I have to pass the time. One cigarette is 5 minutes . How many minutes in a
    sleepless night? Like trying to count locusts or stars. Infinite and endless.
    A month like this. A month ago my nights next to you became my nights with me.
    I play blues. I don't eat. I don't sleep. I smoke cigarettes . I dance. I exist.
    I still don't know if I was happier when I pretended you loved me.
    Will someone else kiss me like that? Will I sleep so peaceful in someone's arms?
    Will I feel the way I did when I dressed only in your charms?
    I check the time. Five minutes have gone by.
    The cigarette out on it's own still resting between my finger tips.
    I should have payed more attention. Again. Careless. Alone. I exist
    I could reach out. Search. Find someone who will hold my hand.
    Take this cigarette's place between my fingertips. The addiction on my lips.
    The truth is no one else could compare. So my hand rests on a box.
    I pull another one out and light it. The glow of the embers light up my hazel iris.
    The light in my eyes reflects my demise. I kiss it once more with feeling.