You slip outside,

Cigarette in delicate hand,

And your perfect lips

Pull a pouty puff.

You tap the ash away,

And I feel it cry

Anguished at the loss

Of your closeness.

I thank the fates

Your languid draws

Draw out my time

To bask in your glory.

I take furtive glances,

Least the heavens

Punish me

For daring to stare

At their most precious.

You take your last drag,

And my heart breaks

As the butt goes the way of the ash,

And is crushed elegantly,

Artfully, under your boot.

You leave, but not before glancing,

And smiling,

At this poor pining mortal.

I never see you again,

But ever so often.

Outside finds me,

Cigarette in had.

I do this

In memory of you