Fire glows softly.

 

Smoke tendrils around like fingers.

 

An intoxicating aroma of tobacco fills the space.

 

It’s destroying me, slowly, but surely.

 

There is nothing to live for, no love.

 

He comes up to me, shyly.

 

What a wondrous sound that falls from his lips.

 

Like tinkling bells.

 

I close my eyes, content.

 

I stand in front of a coffee shop.

 

What am I doing here?

 

By some gracious angel, he was given to me.

 

I take his shaking hand.

 

He’s nervous.

 

I offer a light.

 

He scolds me cutely.

 

He’s my new addiction.

 

White smoke no longer fogs my vision.

 

I can see it clearly.

 

I wouldn’t see myself when it disappeared.

 

I saw him

Only him.