A Cigarette Confession Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Have you wonder what it was to live an honest life? To watch an old man sit on the town bench, on the corner of main street, and wonder if he’d lived honestly, or if he’d cheated on his wife and left his children with his parents to pursue a brief marriage to the waitress he’d passionatley shared a fling with?

Have you ever stopped to stare at the world and grow as it does? Like the flowers that bloom and wither each year, in an endless cycle of change and conditions, elements to conquer, and enviroments to accept.

Have you ever loved, and loved deeply? To where your hand would fall from your chest to land in the shaky cold hands of a young boy or girl, who you’d entirley cherrished, to whom you’d love and let love, no matter the circumstances, to they who were your first love.

The intimate connections between live and love, death and reality, the plead I give you, is not to battle the suffering, but to accept the indifference in our hearts. To celebrate and forgive, through staggering aches and hopeless nights, left wondering where he’s gone, or who she’s with. To replace those thoughts of broken promises, and tears yet to shed, with the serenity and bliss dwelling in your lives.

Simplicity is valued, to those who dare to seek it. Even in my last breath I’d smile contently, and know I’m not completley going to disappear without a thought, without a footprint linked to my life.

For what we keep in memory, is ours to keep forever.