Stogie

IMG_2292

Across the room

My husband lights a cigar

He asks first, a reflex

Won’t the smoke bother me

 

My answer always the same

No, go ahead, I say

He waves away the smoke

Apologetic, grateful for my indulgence

 

The smoke takes me back

The announcer calling the play

My father’s halo floating above his chair

All is right, whistles blowing, tackles made

 

Later the smoke hangs

Draped on the flowers in the vase

Used, the fresh air spent and gone

I yearn for the window to be open

3 Comments on “Stogie

  1. I once quit smoking for a year and a half. It was cigars and how perfectly they go with whiskey that lured me back. As divine as they taste while I’m smoking one, the smell after is horrible.

    How loving of you to allow your husband to enjoy the indulgence of it.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: