Cigarette


He wrapped her close when he was cold.
He pressed his lips on her every curve and edge.
He held her like she was the only real thing.
He breathed her in like she was all he ever needed.
He inhaled her every part and every atom.
She entered his every nerve and every branch.
She found her purpose when he touched her.
She burned entirely to satisfy his every cell.
She used to be tall, white and solid.
Now, she is dark and shapeless.
All that was left was dust and ash.
She went to the tray and then the trash.
She never knew who she was to him.
In the end, after all the smoke and light.
She knew, she was just another cigarette.

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