Smoke

Do you ever light a cigarette
just to watch the smoke dance and fade into the air?
Have the ash slowly turn and crumble away
like the memories that you once shared.
Just to watch it burn away;
the only thing in your hands?
Knowing that one small intake can make
you too weak to even stand,
and that once it gets to the end
your only option is to throw it away.
All I feel is sympathy for those
who go through this every day,
not realising the embers that burn
are the signs of hope, slowly fading,
burning, dying between your fingers.
She dreams of staying, I dream of escaping.