I know I should quit smoking,
But sometimes I think
I see your face in the smoke.
I don't, though.
It looks like what it is.
But, I still think of you
When I see it.

I blame the namesake
Of my eventual death's
And your parents'
Cause and byproduct
(respectively, of course,)
On the correlation
Between "ashes,"
And, "Ashley."

Maybe there is no connection?
Maybe I was
Already thinking about you?
Like when you heard thunder,
And thought of me?

Regardless, time for
Another cigarette.