Cigarette smoke

Lingers like yesterday’s ghost

Forming shapes

Of beauty

Or grief

Unnoticed

Ignored maybe.

The enchanting smell of nicotine

A mask of moon light

Midnight on their skin.

 

Drink!

You’re young

Rays of headlights

From occassional cars

Reflect their eyes a glow

Trapped tears

And screaming souls

Laughter– a symphony

Escaping from

Filtering lips.

 

The aftermath

Coffee steam—

A blessed spirit

Embracing cold arms.

A celcius away from boiling point

Enemy of sensitive tongues.

Wake up!

Read:

”Stir well

For best taste”