Cigarettes

Smell, woven around each of my long hairs,
seems to get stronger every passing minute,
every step taken.
It is all a reminder of the space between his fingers,
space where he would dock his,
cigarettes.
I inhale it so deeply, as if with each breath he would come closer.
I make myself sick, restless, sleepless.
I am sure he was with me last night.
Taunting my sleep with nightmares so that I would stay awake and keep him company.
The smell soon becomes taste,
this cigarette taste that reminds me of his lips.