Cold Memories Poem by matthew benjamin

He sits alone at night,
the glow from his cigarette as he takes a breath,
as he exhales smoke rolling over his lips,
swirling high into the night sky.

The ash growing long,
his body ever more cold.
his only company is the music from his phone,
this night he is alone.

When will she see,
she is what he needs...

The night grows colder as he takes another drag,
memories of her is all he has.
He releases his breath another moment of life slipping away.

His cigarette almost gone like most things it comes to an end..

One more drag...
One more night...