It’s really hard to truly believe
That it’s now two years later
And sometimes I still dream
of willingly filling my lungs
with your sweet blue smoke.
In dreams I never gag or cough,
Nor do I choke, which is a joke
I put you down finally for good
Two years ago this very day
and here you haunt my sleep.
Thought I was free of your grip
but you poke, tickle and urge me
to fill lungs with that nicotine surge.