April Showers

Smoke

I walk outside to sit in my favorite spot.

It's your favorite, too.

I sit in your chair.

My chair.

This chair has held us countless times,

When we shudder outside,

Unable to calm our minds,

Incapable of gaining control.

I sit and inhale.

I can smell the leftover smoke,

I can tell you were vaping just minutes ago.

Invisible,

Ghostlike,

It floods the air with your demons,

The ones that so closely resemble my own.

I am reminded of all you have been through,

What's driven you to smoke and drink.

And I smile.

Because that is what we have become,

Our pain has made us who we are.

I breathe in the fragrant toxin,

Pretend that I'm a rebel, too.

I breathe it in,

Over and over,

Until the smell dissipates,

And I am left to deal with my demons alone.