Where There’s Smoke There’s Fire
There’s this smell when you first light up
especially with a match.
I quit smoking almost 12 years ago
after sucking on them for 28 years.
I have the very occasional cigar
when I feel like it.
(Because I don’t inhale).
When I get lonely
I remember that smell
and I wish I’d never quit.
I can go into a smoky bar
or walk by someone outside a restaurant
toking on the beautiful, white stick
and I inhale deeply,
but I don’t (necessarily) want to re-visit it.
But I do remember it.
It’s like an past lover or
an old friend
just waiting in the periphery
for me to shake
its hand once more.