One last smoke before the snowstorm
Last fire before the rain
One last drink before we put it out,
before the others came.
One last kiss before you leave me
last night, dreaming still.
One last sleep left hoping
to remember you; I will.  
One last drive down your lone road,
last time seeing you on the stairs,
One last time left my heart still beating
about you standing there.
And one last time staring at the stars
wishing that I could see
just how one last smoke before the snowstorm
left you wanting me.