Last Smoke

By Luis Porraz

Leaning back on a concrete wall as I begin to reminisce

Thinking of our glory days while this cigarette and I kiss

Doing my best to smoke out our blissful memories

I remembered the way your eyes danced when observing me

As if a ballad of my life were prancing in your head

Will these images please turn real become solid for me to feel

As the nicotine and paper burns out along with these visions

Reality strikes back into motion and I am left standing in a valley alley

Watching the last fumes vanish with our untapped future passing

With no smoke left to inhale I begin gasping

Life blurs and I feel my last movement, collapsing