Looking through old pictures I see myself where
I do not remember being
I do not remember losing.
Your signature caught my eye where I forgot
To look for it
To look at you.
These cigarette breaths began in the absence of
My thoughts of life
My thoughts of you.
Chasing its tail, its trail of smoke, the end reminds me
Why I began
Why I forgot
Why I will smoke again….
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