sad song

you sit and smoke
i sit and smoke
each lost in thought
a sad look on your face
a sad look on mine
the drug was too strong
i walk across the room
kiss your hand and
whisper the promise "everything will be fine"
we sit embraced
both not wanting to admit
this is how it will end
all that will be left
is the remains of the drug
nostalgia
and the only evidence
a discarded cigarette pack