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.