CIGARETTE

Just this morning

When the sun was still rising;

Underneath the sheets
Of the pillow cover,

I found a broken, beautiful strand

Of your hair.

The mind sank
And the heart rose

And briefly from the corners

Of your and my sanity

Memory spread as a fragrance

And wildfire.

The burnt lay ashen
On the surface of reality,

While smoke became thin air

And as reminiscent left behind
Just the smell of a cigarette  

That we shared.

-K.G.