Unsheathe a smoke, set alight.
The bed and you - soak in the night.
Like a fleeting thought, we're here today,
like ash, tomorrow, we'll wither and blow away.
Is it all smoke, and if it is, what did we burn here?
If not, then why this distance, when you couldn't be more near?
The light embers into dust, all I'm left with now is ashes
& a packet of cigarettes - as empty as I am.
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