In a white ashtray:
a cigarette butt
still smoking,
its filter lightly lipsticked.
I smell it when I come in
and wonder who's come to visit.
She left the mail in the box
and a goodbye note
pinned to the curtain
over the kitchen sink.
All these years in heaven
and I never knew my angel smoked.
a cigarette butt
still smoking,
its filter lightly lipsticked.
I smell it when I come in
and wonder who's come to visit.
She left the mail in the box
and a goodbye note
pinned to the curtain
over the kitchen sink.
All these years in heaven
and I never knew my angel smoked.
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