a tiny film
silvery, a contrast
to the pitch black,
gloomy, still, night
i watch you float
like a ghost
haunting, hovering
just a step above me
the gentle wind
carries you away
until you are out of reach
i am so tempted
to touch, just a snippet
but if i do
it will just hasten
your impending getaway
so i just watch
as you gloriously dance
are you bidding
goodbye to me?
i hope not
my eyelids flutter
they shut for a moment
and when i opened
them again
you are lost. . .

i take another drag
trying to recapture
you and your frailty
but wait, were you
ever hooked?
did i, for a little while,
ever captivate you,
intrigue you,
catch your fancy?

i fill my lungs,
take in as much as i can
but i am only able to
hold my breath for so long
then i have to let
you quickly escape,
feel every bit of you
rushing out of me
allowing me to
welcome fresher air
will it cleanse me?
i doubt it,
i'm addicted, to you
and your elusiveness

it's getting colder now
the chilly mist
seeping through my bones
i long for you to
surround me once more,
i crave your warmth
but i am alone now
i don't think you are
coming back, no matter
how many cigarettes
i try to light up

suddenly i feel so tired. . .

i tried my hand
at playing with fire
and all i got
was smoke in my eyes