Cigarette

The only warmth in your kiss is the taste of cigarettes,

Which has haunted your tongue more often in recent days

As you try to smoke away

Our troubles, as if our lies

Are as feeble as ash in the wind,

As if our fights lasted

As long a lighter flame.

A cigarette can't save this,

But I can savour the taste of it

If the nicotine can promise to distract you,

So that in this moment,

We can kiss.