Linger

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 

the moment.

– It fades into darkness. 

And I light another cigarette and start over.

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