A Wisp of Smoke

And there I was... a cigarette in hand It was all I could hold. You came to me spoke of things so small. I allowed them in. I could take the littleness of it all. Nothing larger than my breath. My vessel was full, full of bigger things. More than you could ever hold in your empty heart. Empty, it was still full of your foolishness. But even so a wisp of smoke can fill the void again, tainted air is full of despair and I choke!