The Devil And A Cigarette

I was pack of cigarettes

you, onto your next pack

A chain smoker who had lost his taste

for the one he used to have

We lasted bout’ as long

as nicotine — held to its vapor

The only proof we ever were

the stale smell left in the air

No second glance was needed

like you didn’t have a care

You grabbed a glass of whiskey

and I walked away from there

*

Years later, I still wonder,

why I even caught your eye

We were as different as they came

a shooting star and blackest night

But I guess that’s how it goes

you’ve got to try before you win

A little bit of goodness

A little bit of sin

*

I’m not sorry that you hurt me

The pain has made me who I am

Cliché -I know, but honestly,

I don’t really give a damn

I may never trust again