God this is good. I miss smoking, too. I was doing great before the plague started. Now, every time I'm in proximity to a pack of smokes, I get the shakes. I like the boney skeleton and the waft of death in your writing. Almost as if, when we smoke knowing that it's killing us, we accept death as a companion. The plague is doing that for me in a much larger and more forceful sense these days. I hadn't quite thought of it that way before I read your piece.