Smoke and Mirrors

 

Tendrils of smoke seep from his mouth, disperse and
entangle with HERS.
There is something about smoking with someone,
That moment the world slows down, you know this could kill you,
but in this moment with HER it doesn't matter,
You're in it together.
Each drag deep and deceitful,
      each cigarette a mockery to my blindness.

A day, a week and a month, each day constructed around
the drawing in of smoke and the exhale of a lie.
This secret they share, this guilty pleasure. The one
that would destroy me

Ruth Rose