Why Do I Smoke?

And she asked
Why do you smoke?

Because it reminds me of you
How I let you in
Flooding my chest
Filling the hollow spaces
Where light used to live

You lingered
A quiet storm beneath my ribs
Warm at first
Then burning
Then gone

You left like smoke
Slipping through cracks
Vanishing into the night
Without apology
Without sound

But the burn stayed
Settled into my bones
Turned my breath bitter
And my heart black at the edges

Now I light a cigarette
Not for the taste
Not for the calm
But to feel you again
To swallow the ghost of you
One last time

Every drag is a memory
Every exhale, a prayer
Or a curse
For what you took
And what you left behind

She asked why I smoke
And I couldn’t say
Because the truth is
I already burned

The Ending We Already Knew

It was one of those days
the sky didn’t bother to explain
when balconies caught a smile,
soft, like a secret
resting on his lips,
and love flickered in her eyes
as if the world had never broken.

But down below,
behind half-closed doors,
the air burned bitter.
Anger moved in heavy footsteps.
Hate breathed where hope once slept.

Still
the dreams had come together,
bloomed like spring after silence,
fought for space
in a world too narrow for both.
And then, quietly,
they vanished.

They had believed
in change,
in love,
in rewriting fate.

But time turned its page,
and there they were again
Romeo and Juliet,
trapped in the same play
with new clothes,
the same ending.

Deja Vu

Once again, it unfolds, a familiar tale,
Echoing the past, like a recurring trail.
In rhythmic cadence, like a poetic rhyme,
A story replays, echoing through time.

These eyes alight, a spark in the dark,
A flame rekindled, leaving a vivid mark.
Just like before, a déjà vu of sight,
A dance of emotions, an enchanting light.

The ears attuned to a sweet, melodic strain,
Replaying a symphony, a timeless refrain.
As notes entwine, in a serenade so divine,
A melody echoes, a cherished design.

Within my chest, the heart takes its cue,
A rhythmic dance, anticipation anew.
Beating in tandem, like a timeless pact,
A pulse of echoes, a love intact.

A smile graces, adorned on my face,
Resurrected joy, an embrace of grace.
Recalling the laughter, the joy unbound,
A radiant glow, forever profound.

Yet, in this revival, a whisper of fear,
A silent question, lingering near.
The echoes of past, a haunting refrain,
A subtle tremor, an undercurrent of pain.

Why this trepidation, this anxious quest?
A desire to cling, to hold to the best.
In the cycle of time, a poignant fact,
A fear of endings, an inevitable act.

But let it unfold, this symphony of fate,
Embrace the echoes, don’t hesitate.
For in each recurrence, a chance to rewrite,
The tale of the heart, in the softest twilight.