Just One Stick

“Just one stick”

I mutter to myself

I can’t let go of Nicotine

Like I can’t let go of you

It keeps me sane

It keeps you with me

In my baffled head

My shattered heart

My shriveled lungs

Heaving

Heaving

But you are with me

And those memories

Burning

Like the tip of the cigarette

Fading

Blown away

Like the smoke that comes with it

Consumed to tip

Like my clench on reality

“Just…one last”

This will not be the first I have said that