Cigarette

So it was there again between my fingers
That white lean figure. 
The avidity of holding it – 
Of visualizing myself ecstatically still momentarily, 
Surrounded by mystifying smoke, 
And thinking I am high already. 

Standing beneath the guileless sky 
Among the orphan trees on the road
Musing over the absence of the presence 
And presence of the absence in life. 

All I want is to stay put to my thoughts 
All I want is time to linger on 

And who wants to live forever 
If you are not consumed …
Like the last drag,
I want to persist a while in the air 
Whiffed and cherished
And then whoosh gone forever!!