The time has arrived,

As my final smoke disperses into the unknown.

The bitterness, yet soothing sensation,

I will surely miss it.

The memories, the emotions,

To be forgotten, will it be possible?

Not so decisive now,

As the final smoke clouds up my eyes.

Obliged to not breathe without it,

Tricked by that cigarette, I now realize.

Not soothing, always bitter,

As the cigarette fades away.