Patti Morelli


     Author       Poet 

The evening was nice
He held me all through the night
In the morning as I awoke
To see this man fast asleep by my side 
I reached for a cigarette to find I had none 
I reached across to smoke one of his
I puffed deeply exhaled the smoke 
Whispered a long sigh 
Yes this cigarette was fulfilling my urge 
Yet so much was amiss 
It was not the flavor or aroma I craved 
I look over at the man and sorry to say 
Last night we may have fulfilled each others needs 
But as with my cigarette 
I knew he was not what I craved