The sound of the wind has never been more relaxing
The way it sways the trees outside
The breeze passing through my kitchen window
and blowing over the coffee pot
spreading the smell of the freshly brewed black
as I pour it into my white cup
and walk over to the table
to sit with a soulless chair..
I light a cigarette
for this lonely heart to inhale
in hopes that the smoke will cover
all the empty spaces
and the nicotine will somehow subside my true addiction...
At least until next time
By: Xhiljola Nano