Rolling a Cigarette

I take a cigarette and empty it on my palm,

Then I mix Your memories in it..

Line it with a few drops of pain,

Mix it again in my hand..

Inhaling the scent of your body,

I roll my cigarette.

Putting it in between my lips lovingly,

I fire it up..

Trying to burn your memories in fire,

I flick the ash away..

When the smoke passes through my nostrils,

It creates a reflection of you all over my room..

I question your shadow and it replies me back,

This is a precious moment..

Your memories,

Your conversation..

It is carpe-diem.