As the smoke blows into my room

I forgive myself

And all the times I complained to her

While she sat in the open door

Cigarette in her lips

As I am now, drawing in a deep breath

Like I could draw her in with it

Like I ever could, I laugh to myself

But it is not a happy laugh

Coming out, as it does, like a cough.

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