Small things

You’re alone at night
sat in your veranda
facing the cloudy sky
stars refused to show
moon didn’t want to shine for you
but wind blows harshly cold
there’s no one you can call
no one you can talk
the air is freezing you inside
then you light a cigarette
and put all your hopes on it
because people told you to find pleasure in small things.

It’s a cigarette
smaller than 10cm and a hell of a delight!