After your full 20 seconds of silent, manufactured escape
You kiss me. Hard.
The remnants of nicotine taste sweet on your tongue.
Calloused hands cradle my cheeks,
The burning cigarette is still situated between your fingers
Spewing a smoky frame around our connected faces.

Driving home in the rain,
I feel like my best friend just died.
Our smoky goodbye kiss still lingers on my taste buds
Teasing me with uncertainty about my immediate future without you.
Breaking up, breaking down, breaking heart
Begins to get the best of me, and I cry.

Salty tears extinguish the smoke you left in my mouth.
The cracks in my heart widen
And it hurts.