The Cigar

by Molly Kopczynski
(Glendora, California, United States)

sad and alone

Here, all the way from home,

I lie alone and wait.

I wait for the one I thought was you,

And realize it was a mistake.



I think of all the things,

You used to say and do to me.

But now that I'm alone,

I now know that you were only but a fantasy.



A fantasy that I wished to be real,

It led me down to waste.

All the hopes and dreams that I sought after so much,

All went away, the second I got that one final taste.



The taste of regret, the feeling of disappointment,

The end of a once great trance.

It ended with the feeling of remorse,

That I couldn't get my one last dance.



I know you can do much better than me,

But I still miss all the time I spent with you.

Now that I have an empty hole in my heart,

I need to forget what never happened, so I can stop believing it's true.



This will go on in my head, like a never-ending dream.

Spiraling down my spine, until it reaches my heart's death.

For my heart has already stopped, as though I've breathed my last breath.



I know this will someday, eventually, exist as just another memory.

But this pain you have put me through,

Will always and eternally reside,

In my heart as a sacrifice, that I gave just to be with you.



I wrote this about the one I loved,

And wish to love once more.

I know the cigar can always be set ablaze again,

But never taste the same, as it did before.