My First Love: The Cigarette

Down in the ditch, I twist and turn.
A question makes my innards churn.
For what reason I foolishly spurn'd,
a friend who unflinchingly burn'd.

Its your touch. And your smell.
I miss you so much I cannot tell.
I know that you always wished me well,
but a fool that I was, I bid you farewell.

I repent in a manner no slight,
for having brushed you out of my sight.
Now, without you I'm not sure if I might,
see the light of this cold winter night.

-Moosi