In the dim glow of evening’s embrace,
A slender whisper curls in the air,
With every breath, a silent trace,
Of stories woven in shadows fair.

The cigarette, a fleeting friend,
Its embers dance in a fiery waltz,
Promises of comfort it pretends,
Yet leaves behind its ashen faults.

Each puff a momentary escape,
In the haze, dreams softly unfurl,
But with the dawn, reality shapes,
The ephemeral smoke begins to swirl.

The lingering scent marks the end,
A reminder of moments entwined,
In the echoes of smoke we comprehend,
The transient nature of the mind.