Tears and Cigarettes

Sitting on my steps, I take a drag of my cigarette, and as the smoke fills my lungs I reflect on my day.
I've had a rather unproductive one.
I've had a rather unproductive life.
I expel the smoke along with my loathing and then draw in a heavy breath.
My eyes begin to well up, my throat begins to swell.
I know what is coming and it's been quite some time since I last felt this way.
I let the tears fall.
I let the tears run down my cheeks.
And when I flick off the ashes I watch as the embers fade in the wind.
That's how I feel.
In between sobs my tears claim my breath, dripping from my lips and extinguishing my cigarette.
What a lovely ending.
Such a beautiful way to end my day.