Second hand cancer

You got cancer
today.
I can't imagine why

(Those twelve packs
Of cigarettes couldn't have
ANYTHING) No,
Not a single thing
(To do with it)

I watched as your
Skin melted away
Your body wasted
And tortured
From years of
Clouded air

and loveless nights
and empty coffee pots
and restless sleep
and no one to care

I couldn't survive on your
Match box comments

I can't love a man
Who lives on a frequent
Flyer miles ticket
A one way trip
To lungless death

I never liked your
Middle-of-the-night
Nic fits, anyway

And you couldn't handle
My non-smoking section
Of life.