Shadows by Sue Gerrard
Sat among the dead and decaying flowers
she knew she had left it too late
to give up smoking.
Sat in the shadows of the setting sun
she thought of the shadow on her lung
and the shadow she had become.
All her dreams were gone
killed stone dead and now the
only future she had was her funeral.
Saddened and frustrated
instinctively she reached out
to light the invisible cigarette
that still haunted her;
for even in death it had the power
to make her feel alive.