The fire slowly burning the tip of my cigarette
As every puff lessened it by a pinch
– So is your fleeting scent.
The night is about to end, and with it comes
the promise of a new day.
I didn’t want to stop.
I didn’t want it to end.
Like cigarette, my memory of you weakens by
– It fades into darkness.
And I light another cigarette and start over.