The Answer Awaited

SmokeThe moment draws on a cigarette
As it waits, plagiarizing lines
From the moment before…
So familiar, it becomes the contempt
For the moments that pass quickly.

For a split second this moment is alive
Vibrant, a fleeting misconception
Of perception,
Alive, it will never feel so alive
Again.

She wants the moment to end,
She inhales of time and hates the smell
Wants it to go away,
She is uncomfortable,
She gives no answer.

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