Peter Jackson
your brand of cigarette
still sits in my ashtray
all the smoke
that passed our lips
and settled in our lungs

how do i forget you
when your kiss still dances
on my lips
I cannot forget
those gentle lines & the smile
that fixed itself
on your extraordinary face

how can I say that i miss you
when I don't have the right
to look left
it is the doubt
the feeling
of swelling and sinking in

tell me it is safe to drown
when the rest left me
at half mast
with the tide setting in

throw me the life line
that brings me back to you

bring me back to you