Smoke and MIrrors

One last cigarette
burns so slow,
brings back the times
between the smoke
laying in the dark,
never alone.

No lights blinked,
just that slow coal
sneaking along
as i inhaled
watching your chest
a slow rise and fall
as you slept so calm,
no worry at all.

Yet this is just one
conjurers trick
the smoke parting
no longer thick
with sweet memory
but bitter resent
those tears of mine
dropping away.

You lay there angry
cold and gray
your back turned
in a show of contempt
at that moment
the smoke my
only comfort and friend.

Parting again,
sifting and turning
that day you left
swims into view
bittersweet but gave
unto something new,
as the glow dies,
the darkness returns
and these thoughts pass
as all things do.