Unfinished cigarettes

He would quietly smoke his cigarettes, putting out each after having finished only half of it . He would then light a new cigarette . After he would leave , the air would be full of his unfinished cigarettes ... 

He used to smoke with such ease. The look on his face when he drew smoke into his lungs , it was like, as if he knew some great secret.

I could watch him smoke all day . ALL DAY.

When I would hold one of these cigarette between my fingers, I would feel as if I was touching his hands.. As if I belong to him.

This is how I took to smoking. Smoking gave me the feeling that he was close to me.