Reality Burning

A Poem by Gaston

I sat there
one winter's day
a cigarette sat
upon my lips
and the wind
blew the smoke away.
I tried, oh how I tried
not to let my thoughts show
upon my face.
I almost cried
but flicked the ashes
into a colder wind
instead.
I didn't see
the world fall apart,
I was still there,
I still felt the same.
I took another puff.
Was this all that was left?
A single cigarette
and a front step...
All that's left of my reality?
I didn't care...
A friend sat beside me
lit his reality
and let the wind
blow the smoke away.
And we sat there,
one winter's day
and smoked
a couple realities away...