You

We were sitting on the window-sill.

Tea, night. Your rhythmical low voice murmured in tune with the night, seething because of cars’ growling.

Acrid cigarette smoke and the smell of mint penetrated inside, making me sneeze. Your eternal lovely smile and tender look of kind hazel eyes.

Strong warm hands, soft skin. And cigarette smoke.

I remember you…I remember when we met for the first time. You will stay with me forever. You and this cigarette smoke.