Seeing is Believeing

And I light another cigarette.

The blackness in my heart. The blackness in my lungs. The stillness in my hands that brings you to my mind.

And I light another cigarette.

The rush of nicotine in my brain. The need that consumes me every few minutes. The absence of thought that bends my conscious to you.

And I light another cigarette.

The back of my mind, that thinks about you without asking. That wonders and replays and relives though my hands and my mind are busy. That fuels the need for something more.

And I light another cigarette.

And it doesn't change a thing. At the end of a day spent in motion I turn to switch of the lamp, and the light catches my ashtray. Brimming with ash and cigarettes smoked to the bitter end. A reminder of every time my hands and mind and heart reached for you.

And I will light another cigarette.