Cigarettes

Today I saw you from afar. I didn't recognise you at first, you changed a lot, but the way your dark hair fell in your face reminded me of the night we sat there at night and you said you loved me for the very first time. I remember clearly, one end of the cigarette was lit and the other was between your lips; with the absence of oxygen in your lungs, you coughed, like asking for mercy.  I said it back and I kissed you, I became your cigarette; my heart was lit and my lips were on yours as I kissed you with the absence of hatred. Today I saw you from afar. I asked if you want a cigarette. You said you quit too long ago to start again.