Smoking refugee.

Probaly i'll never see you again.

Whatever ,i'll never stop buy my tobacco.

I burn my finger with the ashes.

But I know i'll never see anymore

I can spend days,

maybe yours

To think about that night.

In a bar.

I only see the cigarette smoke in your eyes

And you can't see it.

You are blind

Full of ashes.

Your heart is full

Of hate

Your life is dying.

But I'll never see you again.

Sorry to be not there.

I just want a cigarette now.

And run away.