Swirling smoke
Rising from the cigarette that rests between your long fingers.
Your nails painted a dark, deep red.
I notice they match your lips.
I am mesmerized.
I unabashedly stare at you.
Exhaling your day into the night sky.
Swirling smoke carrying with it your faults.
You look troubled and afraid.
But you conceal that well through a labored grin.
You wonder if anyone can see it.
I ...