By Dakota Dexter
I’m not one to ask too much
But share your cigarette with me
The lucky one turned upside down
That you had hoped to keep
With just a spark, your match in hand
And a glow that lights our eyes
The pain, the rush, the high it gives
Could burn my lungs like yours
We’d bury ourselves in all this ash
A feeling too inevitable to resist
It would grow and grow until it fell
Like silence about to break
The haze that wraps around us
Might hide our honesty
I’ve never liked the smell of smoke
But I think that I could stay
Brisk night air will drive us back
Inside to all the others
In dream or desire, I won’t forget
The taste of your last cigarette