Something I wrote. (poem?)

he sat alone, under a dim light like a ghost among the living

the world moved on without him, it always had

he lit a cigarette, he watched the smoke vanish like meaning

he wasn't lonely, he told himself, just tired

so he smiled, as if nothing hurt, as if everything were okay

as if he hadn't already disappeared, like the stars after day 

(I don't know what to name this, i'm thinking about 'dim' or 'numb')