White Smoke

The way the cigarette rolls

Between your lips

As I see you lit the fire

It comes alive

It comes alive

A metaphor

For people think of it

As death

I used to snap a cigarette

Into pieces of two

I gave life to the cigarette

Though I did not in any way

Give my lungs the taste of it

You were angry at me

I see you lit up the cigarette

I see you are happy

Yes the metaphor of death

But when you fill your lungs with
The white smoke

You seem to be filled

In life