I should really quit
my obsessions, they burn inside and
these tendrils and curls of smoke that
bring your face to mind
drift up and away from that bright red tip
like faded shadows
they are slowly killing me
with their insubstantiality
from within
they grow dimmer, they leave me
with each breath
wanting even more
that I take now
of what we once shared.
I am lost.
Any fool can quit. It takes a real man to face cancer.
Very beautifully written.