Cigarette smoke

You left long before
you said


Your words;
a mere subject
of my emotions,
a mere object
of your lies.

In the lure of
a conversation,
you pass smoke
from your half-burned cigarette.
The white cloud
clings on to me,
even when it disappears
in reality,
like a smell I can’t
get rid of.
Like you, I
can’t get rid of.

Now I am not
quite sure
what is worse:
your smoke or
your ghost?

-Taru Gupta

Sometimes I don’t know what hurts more: the lies or the absence

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Cigarette Smoke by Taru Gupta is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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