Cigarette dreams

It’s five in the afternoon, I have a cigarette in my hand

The wind whispers in my ear, sweet nothings 

Alongside the chimes

Are the Fae delivering your message?

 Have the winds answered my call?

I have a cigarette in my hand, it’s five oh five

The ashes fell on my pants

I look to my left, then i look to the sun, and all i hope for

I look to the right and see the ash and smoke, and ash

That i’d hoped i left behind

Its five oh seven, I have a cigarette in my hand, 

its almost done

Even though it feels as if it was just lit

Its almost gone

Its five eleven in the afternoon

I buried the cigarette i didn’t finish

My throat burns

Why did I want it?

If I knew it’d burn.

Maybe 

The burn Is,

what 

I wanted?...

Perhaps so.