Glowing and Hazy

When did we 

Decide

Cigarettes were 

Romantic?

Is it the

Addiction?

Craving smoke as

Much as a lover

Is it the

Irony?

Needing something

Even as it kills you

Or was it her

Exhaling bittersweet 

Wreaths

You fell in love in

A moment

And only more so when

She pulled you in close

Gave you your first smokey

Inhale

From her own

Cigarette

Glowing and hazy

And stole the rest 

Of your breath away

Forever