A Cigarette Over Missing You

My cigarette is burning in the ashtray
I'm trying but I can't sleep
There are too many things on my mind
How do you do this to me
Another long drag on that cigarette
But all my nerves do is race
Now I'm searching all my memories
Just looking for your face
The cherry of this cigarette
Burns so bright as your eyes
'Marlboro' printed on that white paper
Reminds me of your well thought out lies
I take another drag that comes so close to the filter
The smoke drifts away like my dreams
This burning ember is staunched out in the ashtray
Like my hopes for you and me

by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow

Comments (2)

You have a way with words, acerbic bitterness.
love this poem its on my froavites.