This one last cigarette
is lingering on my breath
as I miss the scent
and senses of you.

Which ones are the memories
and which ones are the dreams?
Is it true why you left me
or will I wake up next to you?

How did the distinctions
become disfigured?
Please just one more inhale
of your sweet perfume.

I’ve forgotten what is true
and have spun lace from remembered lies.
Why do I embrace you
wearing such a gown?

I dance with you
and turn and twist
to the smoke
that flirts with the breeze.

I turn to go
and wonder what I did
to let the night
swallow us whole.

The smoke dissipates
and I am left with the scent
of you.