In the shadows of twilight’s embrace,
A cigarette dances with a flickering flame,
Whispering secrets in a smoky trace,
Binding souls with its ephemeral name.

Each inhale a promise, each exhale a sigh,
Dreams and memories in wisps of gray,
A moment of solace beneath the sky,
As the world around us fades away.

The ember’s glow like a beating heart,
Pulsing softly in the quiet night,
A fleeting comfort, a transient art,
In the midst of our endless fight.

Yet as the ashes fall, so does time,
Leaving echoes of a silent plea,
For within each cigarette’s climb,
Lies a story of our fragile humanity.