Inhaling Smoke

You will find him in the alleyway smoking a cheap cigarette with a smile on his face.

Inhaling smoke that tastes bitter but reminds him of his little girl when she would try to trap the smoke in her hands.

He would smoke while in the garage, working on his oldest bike.

Reminding him of when he would take his little girl out for a ride with the loud roar at her will.

Inhaling smoke when the wind whipped it in her face, she'd cough a few times but say that it was all okay.

Puffing rings from cigars was her favorite trick, so he did it when they sat on the evening porch.

She'd laugh and dance on her feet, listening to an invisible beat.

Inhaling smoke from morning to noon, he'd do it just for her.

He'd do it outside because he didn't want her sick.

Because he loved his little girl.

The one who caught smoke between her hands.