I crushed him out in cigarette butts
Distinguished his flames in my cup of coffee
Watched the smoke of his words disappear in the air
I threw out his pillows and toothbrush
Even the sock I found in my twisted sheets from the night before
I don't see him at the bottom of bottles
But I keep looking
Maybe the next one
Or the next one
Maybe in the hospital
He's not here either
But I loved him so
I love him more now that he's gone