She entered the room
and sniffed an old familiar smell
the scent of peppermint
trying to cover up a dirty ashtray
She knew he was somewhere home
She yelled...
"I can't breathe!"
He tried to ignore her
trying to create a fight
So she yelled once more
He was good at denying
But an evident smell proved he smoked somewhere
They argued over this for years
He tried to get away from this addiction
from all sources of help
But it was so uncontrollable
Her yells became stronger
He got tired of them
He chewed on peppermints
He sprayed them around
But still, he couldn't detach from the spell
of burning himself into ashes
risking his health
For months, he laid on his bed
saying cigarette smoking goodbye
She never left his side
For he was a good man, though he had this vice
and when his time was over
He had a good fight
She held him in her arms
and kissed him good night
His breath was gone
No more rancid smell
His presence still lingers
though peppermints...
fading.
~P.S. Life's precious! Stop Smoking~!
-chy.
