He’s like the last cigarette,
In the pack of addiction.
Within a smokeless silouhette,
She fight’s the urge to smoke.
Knowing, once lit, he’ll be gone.
And all that remains is ash upon which she’ll choke.

I love that moment. When you’re on a long car ride, or listening to music, or reading. And you completely zone out. You forget your troubles, and everyone around you. You’re focused on that one thing, and that one thing only. You’re content, and everything seems peaceful.

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