I smell cigarettes and it connects me to the thought of you. In your car, you keep a cig lingering between your fingers and talk your head off. I tell you to light up and smoke. On two occasions I asked for a few drags. Surprised, you wondered why but dare not ask. I want your bad habits to be on display, I don’t want them hidden. I’ll take the good along with the bad; Inhaling the cigarette allows for open boundaries and zero limits.