Cigarette between
your long slender fingers
graceful like dancers
to your every puff of breath.

Easy poise. Charisma.
Arrogance of a winner.
I am awed
by the man you've become.

Where was I?
When you blossomed.
Left behind with your old
skin. Clinging onto familiarity.

Carelessly around me
that hateful bud burns
my skin. The dance continues.
No more with me.

You used to waltz
with me. No more with me.
I cling on. No letting go.
You - no more with me.