an ode to a ciggarette

The silent noise of my 

Dust like emotions mixing,

With the very own ashes

Of your insouciant ciggs,

Explosive.

Awaiting destruction.

A burning itch, several pains ahead

Of my already bleeding mind,

“leave”. 

“stay for someone who cares”.

Cares?

Awaiting an ounce of emotion,

A gesture or a slight twitch,

Enveloped around a wee feeling

If there is any,

So that I can stay a bit longer.

I want to. I swear.

“you never did”.

Right.

I never could.

So I take a last puff,

From the remains of your 

Overthrown losses. 

I taste the sweet defeat.

Enough for me to stay.

Enough for me to leave.