Cigarette Smoke

Old habits die hard.

I've been standing outside for an hour now.

I don't buy cigarettes.
I don't bum cigarettes.
I don't smoke cigarettes.

Yet here I sit,
Wispy tendrils escaping my lips.

Maybe it will erase his smell from my hair.
Maybe it will remove the taste from my lips.

It won't stop his voice from entering every song. 

And here I sit,
Inhaling the exhale of another.

The smoke is beautiful,
Watching it slowly curl into the sky,
Highlighting the stars...
I'm creating my own clouds...

I am creating a storm.

Reviews

[PhoenixDown]

should remove the part about a tobacco stick and hint at exhaling another's exhale - implying a kiss. That suggestion aside, it's still good work as be.