Liquid longing brimmed over in silvery streams
That coursed down in hot rivulets of pain.
The aching, desperate feeling returned full force
And her heart clenched tightly.
When would this craving end?
If it was over, it was over!
No use reliving past pleasures
And wishing for present similar ones!
She turned sharply away,
Nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply -
And slapped another nicotine patch on her arm.
Someday, someday!