...
Drew,
the ashtray is full again
1.) As I write this to you now, the doves were bleeding diamonds
2.) And to this very day, I still find your name is in every cigarette the ocean's ever smoked
3.) I wonder if you remembered the time we realized that flowers preferred the taste of blood over water...
4.) Or the time we sipped some of the moon's tea; and realized that our teacups were gifts from her lover, the sun
5.) Distance isn't constant, it's overgrown like the lucid garden that I planted in honor of my wolf girl; yet you were the one who tended it with me as if it was your own
6.) I know, I know; I didn't thank you enough for all those moments as you held me when time melted into puddles at my feet
7.) I wrote God a simple letter, still haven't heard from him about how you're doing yet...
8.) "Unfortunately, on some nights my grief tastes all too silver again"
9.) You feared all the talents that flowered in the dark and I remember the second you realized I too, was one of them
10.) Your voice shed sapphire fireworks in my room and what I wouldn't give to see that one more time
11.) Sleepy roses dribbled down the walls of your hospital room whenever I visited and played with your hair
12.) The milky way shed it's fickle skins-- and sometimes when the dawn's shoulders snap into place I can hear your laughter echoing along the ribs of the sky
13.) Your name was a natural disaster born on my pink tongue and delivered by my quaking lips and I can feel the clouds turning in their sleep
14.) I suppose that you were a cigarette yourself
15.) And you knew I was the lighter, but you hung around anyways
16.) Every time I see a shooting star, I'll know that it's you in heaven just throwing away your cigarette so you don't get caught...
I think you were my bad habit
...
You were oh so pretty, smokin' through the canopy
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