Cigarettes –

I looked down and there was a wind underneath me.
You
left the taste of cigarette breath
between my teeth.
I wasn’t expecting a camp fire love song.
you weren’t expecting your life to last this long.
278 days and we were caught in flames,
burned by the passion we couldn’t create.
Like a puff of air, you disappeared.
I felt you gone, but you still seemed to be here.
Pulling the trigger, bam.
I wear a new skin-
vulnerability.
Solidarity has left me,
Cold.
Colorless.
Like the night I watched life leave the body that you once possessed.