you put it to your lips and strike up that old flame hoping it will be your last
you reminisce in that savory enjoyable flavor
the smoke clouds your eyes
you hold them shut expecting everything to stay the same as when you open them
you open them to a dull dark ordinary morning
the sun rising the start of another day
you take a drag
it gets brighter
you look around you to see the aftermath of the night before
I agree with them. This is absolutely great! It's like I am in the room watching this person smoking this cigarette and thinking deeply...and I kinda twitched when he stomped it under his feet. The feels.
Agreed, I really like this. Punctuation is a little choppy, but who cares, the story and imagery is great. I can smell and taste that lit cigarette from here, and feel the butt of it collapse under my foot.