I have hung for centuries, just to see her. From high above I can feel the burn of that drag to her lungs. Trying to cool her feverish lungs with my evening rays if only I could reach. Bathing her in my light till her face glows like mine. Staring up at me as if she can see my soul. I gaze longingly back. How can I stand it? What brings her outside to me will one day take her away. The smoke billowing from her smiling mouth rises up to me mixed with her breath. The closest I will be to her is her poisonous breath caressing the air around me. The night when she misses her cigarette will be a night of mourning. I will miss the face I can never kiss, the lungs I could never soothe, and the smile I never failed to bring.