Sat staring into
the middle distance
questioning your life
and its existence.
Feeling down and not
seeing a way up,
you tip the cigarette ash
into a cup.
Trying to think of the
last time you smiled,
you can’t remember
but it’s been a while.
Life goes on without
you taking part
left on the perimeter
with an ache in your heart.
You take a last drag
on your cigarette,
exhaling its smoke
wishing you could reset.

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