In one hand she holds a cigarette
while her breath holds the smell of alcohol.
Feeling dizzy, yet somewhat relaxed
and at this moment
everything is so perfectly clear.
A car passes by
the subtle smell of gasoline filling her nose
and filling her head with memories.
Her hair blows in the wind
synchronizing in movement with the air.
Another drag of her cigarette
followed by another tear.
The grey sky follows her lead
and starts to rain.
She inhales
remembering how much she used to love the smell of a summer rain.
Then again, she used to love many things she doesn't now.
The cigarette burns out
the smell of alcohol is now barely there.
She closes her eyes
and dreams up her own world of perfection.
Fading away.
(Anyone know which category I should place this poem in? Thank you)
