Envy is a Cigarette.

Living in envy is lonely

Lonelier than nights of nothing

Days and months of nothing new,

Particular

Envy envokes a welcoming greeting,

An invitation to swoon personal desires,

A fascination

Until,

The story ends, the picture fades,

Their eyes cast down, the perfume,

Dissipated

What is left beyond that moment?

Many days, many minutes spent

Inhaling the sweet nectar

Then the moment is gone

Many hours, many minutes go by

And I can't stand but to reach for another

To ease so habitually,

A craving

Envy is a cigarette,

Envy is the nothingness in between.