Cigarette

The glaring street lights above

And the cigarette butts under my shoes,

Just standing there pondering your answer.

If they didn't want me then why would you?

A promise in your words,

Of a better time and life.

You cross your heart,

swearing not to break mine,

As I stand there pondering.

My wrist is grabbed and you sit me next to you,

Soft sounds of traffic keeping me in tune,

And the cigarette butts under my shoes.

Why don't you show me,

What I've faced,

And what you love?