Smoke rises from my blood red lips
My eyes narrow through the haze
A smile plays on my face
And remembrances race through my mind
You, always hated the smell
The rotten smell of dried leaves
The smell that clung to everything
And everyone.
I stub the cigarette out in a cut glass ashtray
Your mother's if I recall
A smile dances and reaches my eyes
My cold blue eyes
Eyes that could express emotion once.
They travel downwards to the floor
They light up once more
Like the eyes of the girl gone before
For there you are, prone, a blood red bloom
Blossoming, in a cigarette smoke filled room.