Middle Distance

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.