Silence floats from your lips
Like smoke curling from a cigarette.
It stains my ears
Like tobacco stains fingers.
Glowing red tip,
Cancer emitting stick,
You were my cancer.
You were my malignant growth.
The tar that filled my lungs.
I coughed until I choked,
But I willingly inhaled.
Bought myself more and more packs,
Ignored the warning label,
Big, black, bold:
SMOKING KILLS.
Now my lungs fill with air,
Crisp, clean, fresh.
I reach up towards the sky
Feeling new strength in my expanding lungs.
But your scent slightly lingers.
Little curls of smoke,
Full of deafening silence,
Full of words you never said.
