Goodbye, nicotiana tabacum

Friend of frenzied moments
Finale to food, complement to a drink or two

Solace for the blues

From the first puff and paroxysm of cough

From young, untainted lungs screaming in protest

To, million cigarettes later

Paroxysms of cough

From tar sodden lungs of middle age

Each smoke was a response

To neurons clamouring for a connect
And a brief sense of well-being.
Good bye, old friend nicotiana tabacum
I guess this friendship has outlived its life
Goodbye.