Fags

Oh how I miss them
I miss the smell
the most, I suppose

I miss that feeling,
the first one in the morning
how it hits you

the one after the meal
then the remaining stench
oh, so satisfying!

I remember when I
used to take secret sniffs
if such a thing exists

notice how it was
different, but oh so good
I remember secret smiles

Those thoughts don’t help now
just more things I miss
and the wait goes on

after the clock struck 12
I felt I deserved a reward
After all, I made it

Through a day.