Into that night


Two drags into the night

as the scent of smoke,

fills the room

two drags more,

as your skin brushes

against mine.

our bodies entangled

holding on to a feeling we had

forgotten years ago

but just like the scent of the smoke

still lingers,

clung onto my jacket

I still have traces of you

at the back of my mind.

And even though

I think that I fall in love

with someone new everyday,

I sit before these cinders,

And the smoke is nothing but a constant reminder

of the times we’ve spent in dark rooms,

holding on to each other.

I light these cigarettes

using these dying embers,

in the hope that maybe, just maybe

whatever we have left

in this dying fire

might bring something else to life.

two drags into the night

and it’s a short life,

a quiet love

which pulses deeply within

a smouldered fire in me,

waiting and waiting

for the wind

that will light the flame.

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