She sat still as her eyes followed the trajectory of the smoke rising from
The inferno of her ragged
But easy going heart, reminding
Her of how he would always
Release the cigar smoke in her ears
And whisper out slowly, You and I are Exactly like this cigarette, ignited,
And together we are like this
Smoke, streaming above, and how
She'd smile at him convinced,
Never releasing until now that
He was the billowing cloud
And she, the ashtray.