Our Song

Loving you

is like singing

a classic jazz tune

in the haze of a faded spotlight

after the last drag of a borrowed cigarette

that weakens my heart and clouds my soul as

I inhale fading memories and float on the high of my dreams

With verses of you and I and the refrain of our nights

I sing with my voice layered in smoke and gray

yet still singing as my memories fade

to silence on a empty stage

leaving me longing for

another cigarette and

one more song