Gone up in Smoke

Crackling cellophane As the packet opens- Aroma of tobacco. Fingers a- trembling, brain a- tickling. The glowing butt, curling smoke As the tip touches one’s lips- Tingle! Deep intake of smoke Seeps in settling, satiating one’s blood. Rings dancing in the air Wafting away into nothingness Only a fragrance remains- Then that too, like you, is gone forever.