Dejando de Fumar

I'm quitting smoking and I miss you cigarette
A lot
I'm quitting smoking because I couldn't jog
Without stopping to vomit

But now when I talk to people
Be it virtual or face to face
I don't know how to hide well
My social anxiety

I remember you between my fingers
Playing in the ashtray
We visited so many bars
And a thousand cultural centers

And now that I have to leave you
No one can replace you
Not the gums, nor the pipes
Compare to the afternoons

That we spent you and me
With the little coffee in between
Although love was toxic
And you took all my breath away

Little cigarette, I love you, but you harm me
Little cigarette, I love you and I'm going to leave you
In the drawer just in case