Her Burning Stick

The stick burned still on its stand,
the smoke danced in her angst pattern.
Her eyes drooled to its end
Her lashes reminds of what she yearned.

The lit end showed her past,
the fire that once burnt in her heart.
Of people came uninvited
and some she welcomed past.

Of ones she remembered walking in the rain,
of ones she thought would walk
Of ones she drank coffee till the end
Of ones she left half cup.

Her sight blurred by the dancing smoke
Afraid she won't take in.
The cigarette still burns on
She reminded herself she had quit.

Quit her agony inhaling the smoke,
quit her pain exhaling the same.
Quit her wishes holding the chain
Of people around never earned.

She had a good life she thought,
A short one yet a wonderful one
A last cigar wouldn't hurt her soul
But still deep within she'd always want
at her side someone to give love.

And how she wished she did never walk away,
Of times she smiled subtly
played him and walked hand in hand
And then said goodbye gently.

Then today, It would have been a different day,
It wouldn't have been the smoke
nor the fire bitten stick
And she not amidst the smoke,
As always she longed in his laps
But Of the one,
The sole one who loved her back.