An ode to the loyal cigarette

She rests in the comforts of my fingers,
I love the feel of her, close to my skin,
A fire lights her up, unexpectedly,
She burns, and I just suck her in.

There arrives a point,
When her butt starts feeling the heat,
She stings my lips, as if moaning in pain,
But she burns, not giving up on me.

Then there is a time, when you realise,
You can't drag things around,
With heartfelt gloom, I chuck her,
She hits the floor, without a sound.

I can't see her reduced slowly to ashes,
I ease her pain crushing her to death,
With Gods witness to our true love,
She continues to live in my breath.