CS

The days of the cancer stick, just a blur now. I've got rid of the smoke, the persistent need to widen my lungs. When i breathe now, i breathe fresh. My lungs breathe and so does my soul. Cancer stick, I've left you behind. You fail to catch my eyes and make me wonder why I left you where I left you.I see you wedged between fat men's fingers, dirty men's fingers and coughing men's fingers. They see you but they see you not. I don't wonder anymore. You're a dark, fond memory buried in my yesterday. And I know, you'd stay that way.