To my cigarettes, The time has come for us to end this relationship. We have been acquainted for many years now but I am afraid I have tired of your company. Our friendship started slowly, at first, we just spent time together occasionally. But soon you became my daily companion. You went everywhere with me and many times determined where we would go. At first you were kind of sexy and hip or so Madison Avenue made us all believe. But now you are unappealing, out of touch. People see us walking together and step out of the way as one might avoid a leper. At first I took this behavior personal, until I realized it was you they were avoiding.

I thought we were inseparable and if they did not care for you they would not care for me. But then something happened in society, you are not allowed to go into so many places. I found it necessary to separate myself from you at times. This separation although agonizing at first made me realize you were not a part of me. That I could relax and even enjoy life without you. But upon leaving the smoke free environment, there you would be and I would eagerly embrace you like an old friend. Those days have come to an end and with out any drama or remorse.

At first you were an inexpensive friend at a cost less than a dollar. You now cost over five times that. There are also other costs, laundry, dry cleaning damage clothing and furniture. I have come to realize how noxious you smell. I have had to separate my wardrobe by things I have worn in your presence and the garments I have protected from your stench.

In summary, I find our relationship has come at to great a cost in every area that I have considered. I am not longer willing to bear that cost. At the end of most of my relationship I have had some sadness or melancholy. But in say Au revior to you I rejoice.

I bid you adieu and good riddance.