With the lights dimmed,
  a pen in hand
I make an effort to lessen the grip your name has on my mind
But
With every attempt, my thoughts flicker like the flame of your lighter
I wonder if you ever think of me
I can't help but wonder
My fingers tighten around my pen.
in my head your grasp tightens around her waist.
My efforts mean nothing
They seem to regress
Not only is your name etched in the most vulnerable graves of my mind
*But they've found a permanent place on these pages too