It sucks to feel like a simple placeholder in someone’s life
A quick drag on a 5 minute break
A trail of ashes and your crumpled shell discarded after use
The lingering scent of tobacco mingled with sweaty regret
Perspiration clinging to their lips as they turn away
With no mark that they ever knew you
Except the slight cough when they hear your name
And the awkward shuffling to stamp out what is left of your light.
Moonlit Poetry 