Cigarette and Wine.

i
It's 4 am in the morning,
I race back to my home.
You're in the passenger seat,
Smoking cigar and tapping to the beat.
With every puff, a little I detach,
To me it's nothing but humanly ash.

ii
It's 2 am of the same night,
I run into you and her.
Little I wish to never have known,
Little I wish to never have seen.
She slipped into your hands like a sand clock,
I gaze at you like a hard cold rock.

iii
We were sipping wine,
Dancing to the rhyme.
At 12 am I kiss you to birthday,
At 2, you kiss her.
Round and round, hoping for a miracle,
Falling ash, cigarettes, cigars and liquor to handle.