I'll never clench my face and hold my breath when I smell cigarettes without thinking of you.  

Rolling down the windows to get fresh air hating the smell. 

Wiping away the ash that fell on my jeans. Praying as you puffed that stick of death and decay that one day you’ll stop.

I hated hearing you say “I need to quit” knowing that it’s a want and desire to truly overcome something. 

Anyone can say they need something. Wanting and needing are two very different things. 

I can’t watch a movie with a man yelling at his wife without thinking of you. Hearing slamming and weak apologies without thinking of you. 

I can’t smell fresh coffee brewing in the morning, watch Elmo and see Cookie Monster without thinking of you. 

For everything you’ve taught me and showed I just simply cannot do them without thinking of you. 

A dirty white Jeep, a lighter, a crack in the sidewalk, kids and their parents sledding. Oh hell even on Christmas you linger in the back of my mind.
It’s so dark and cold where I put you.  I’m sorry that the good is all gone but are you?