Ashes of Memory
I smoke these cigarettes
and I think of you
I think of the fire between my lips,
you taking care of me,
tucking me in to bed
when I was nauseous,
dazed and confused.
Your face,
the way I watched you do it just like this.
Growing up,
the smell of smoke on all of your clothes...
the way it makes me think of home.
I smoke all of these cigarettes
and it makes me think of you..
the reason I began,
to stifle the tears
and shut out the pain,
all the bad memories you bring.
I picture that summer,
just me and you...
alone every day
newports and marlboro lights,