He was a cigarette
Addictive, malicious.
She couldn't quit,
Rotting,
Downright vicious.
Under his influence,
Logic lingered,
Slowly fading,
Bringing tainted memories
Engraved into the stub.
Breathing, inhaling,
His scent never left.
Staining himself to her,
Permanently marked.
Each drag
Left a funny taste.
Forgetting,
Becoming a waste.
His eyes held smoke,
Gray, intense, ambushing
The atmosphere around.
Hers were pure,
Yellowing at the edges,
Searching for light,
Manifesting in desire.
His hands were firm,
Tight all around,
Suffocating the air
Trapped in her lungs.
Hers paled,
Wrinkling beyond time,
Veins appearing,
Reminders of better days.
Quitting him,
Disposing memories in ashtrays,
Coughing back
Dreams that never faded.
He required patience,
Consuming time,
Slightest touches,
She faltered.
Rehab pained her,
Craving her favorite drug,
He was burning out,
Quickly,
He was no more.
