Smoking on my cigarette lost in a grey haze;
inhaling toxic smoke seems to fill my days.
As I watch the fumes take shape – enveloped in its swirl,
an image begins to form – the image of a girl.
The face of a woman, the girl of my dreams,
her presence has accompanied me – forever, it seems.
Searching for a thing called “Love;” a never-ending game;
so much hope and disappointment – for a person with no name.
Love – like the smoky wisps that pollute the air,
just within reach, then it disappears,
so close to embrace, so close to my heart,
yet we seem destined to remain forever apart.
Why do you avoid me – is there something to gain?
I’ll cherish and adore you; take away your pain
of loneliness and solitude – friends I know too well,
who accompany us thru Life – or is it hell?
Let me hold you when you’re scared; kiss away the tears,
protect you when you’re vulnerable, show you that I care.
Grasp your hand when you’re drowning – nurture your soul,
be the light in the darkness – when you’re down, make you whole.
But alas, the realization; as I inhale the cancerous death,
Love is not a feeling, just a word upon the breath.
Watching the day end; sun slowly sets;
guess I’m damned to keep making love – love to my cigarette…