Smoke

I came back home

An empty chest

My hair smelling like 

Your cigarettes

 

You stared a show

But you wanted to quit

I stayed and fueled

A fire, splendid 

 

Though I never smoke

I crave a blazing fire

To burn alive in love

With my lethal desires 

 

The smoke from your joint

And other things that were lit

A lot it at stake

For the things I can't quit.

 

-Al