smoking man
After you left, my bed still warm from your fire,
I found your cigarette,
Still smoldering in ashtray—
Ashes glowing, sending up thin signal,
So much heat we had shared…

I smile, hearing your sigh,
Seeing your face long after you left,
Thin grey wisp of smoke
Trembling as it rises upward in draft.
I’m still drunk, savoring tobacco lips…

Lying back in the dark,
I sigh into empty room.
You drove down the road long after midnight,
Around the bend of the curve—
Leaving me tasting last kiss.