smoke

[claire_fontaine]

and even though i'm alone
the smell of you hangs in the air
clings to my sheets
brushes my skin

a cloud of smoke
around my bed

last night you
took a pinch of your tobacco
     smelling of crushed wild cherries
your nimble fingers pinched the paper
rolled it
presented it to me

so without you here
i can conjure you
with an inhalation

and even though i'm alone
the smell of you hangs in the air