I smoke my cigarette and watch it burn, hot like the anger I feel. A light puff of smoke rises from the end and rises like my thoughts of you. I flick the butt and smother it with my heel, stomped out like all sense of emotion I may have had. The ashes float in the wind and are carried off never to be seen again, just like the love of my life. You always said smoking would kill me, now I pray it will, cause I'm here and your gone. Lighting another I sit by your grave and go thru the steps all over again. I never thought I would feel safe in a cemetary. I never thought I would pray for death. I smoke my cigarette and watch it burn.....
