I’d stopped smoking
A number of times really
But last time was for good
That was, until
The doctor sat in her chair,
moving her lips and pointing
to the ultrasounds and explaining
How, scientifically speaking, it doesn’t look good
It was like a movie
Slow motion
Ringing in my ears
For a few days all we could do is wipe away tears
And the next time I saw a man with a cigarette,
I breathed a sigh of relief and asked a favor
Now I’ve gone and stopped again
This time for good