I suck in my breath,
whilst lost in thought.
The cigarette butt
an ember in the darkness.
If only darkness would fall,
i could justify sleep.
I slowly exhale
the smoke drifting
lazily in the windless room.
My eyes aren't seeing
they're focused on days
long since passed.
Your smiling face doesn't
pop into my head,
life isn't a love song.
I'm seeing the plain old everyday,
my life seems to flit by
as if ticking on in the
slow motion
of an old film.
Like looking at a dingy photograph
I remember a warm pot of coffee.
I drag in another breath,
ignoring the heat
threatening my fingers.
My image shifts
to an almost empty cup,
the dark ring of coffee
looking muddied and stale.
With a sigh I stand,
letting the cigarette fall.
Once more I exhale
and the smoke wafts around me drearily.
Me and my stale
coffee life.
