Bad habits

I spent the night,

But it wasn’t worth much,

And it’s nonrefundable.

So I’m slumped against a wall,

Trying to make a memory or two,

That will make my wasted time worthwhile,

And as yet I’m failing.

I sigh a long, hollowing sigh, to empty my blackened lungs for the hundredth time.

But my feelings are still up in the air,

Along with the smoke

Of my “last” cigarette.

Funnily, that was five cigarettes after the previous “last”

And two before my current “last”.

Just can’t seem to quit.