One then another <br />After another, <br />How many could <br />He possibly consume <br />I don’t know, <br />He don’t even <br />Know too. <br />Waiting, <br />Strangers after stranger <br />Then he lit again, <br />The smoke – ring <br />Then diminish <br />Broken vow <br />It manifests <br />Bigotry she confessed, <br />Waiting, <br />Waiting for that familiar <br />Face – innocent <br />His solace, his <br />Long lost <br />Companion, <br />He’s waiting <br />To come along, <br />He’s waiting <br />Though at the <br />the back of his <br />it’s vivid <br />she’ll never come <br />She’s long <br />Been gone <br />Gone with the <br />Passing of time, <br />Gone with the ebbing tide, <br />Gone, gone, and gone.<br /><br />Cyrus Diaz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smoking-again/
