a jasmine noir

why do i still love you?

its a cold case

and the wind follows

pushing backs against bricks

another cigarette, from my lips

has fallen

street lamps dimmed

drenched by buzz

"you're just a forgotten sin"

"all alone, did you think she'd come"

every lead quickly reaches

a dead end

anytime i try to

follow

its getting to me

as i reach for another

cigarette

the wind watching

waiting for a slip

no cigarette's like the first

but i still hold it tight

hoping the rush is the same

as that first light

can't your memory leave me alone?

Reviews

[A.H.]

love is treacherous. it can bite and leave you with bitter-sweet memories. the harder we try to forget, the more it comes back before our eyes. this is expressed through and through with heart. the words, the lines, the cigarette's all set the mood and tone of the poem. great writing. thanks for sharing, Everett.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I remember a third marriage broken apart....they were the only times I increased the cigarette input.
I thought and I smoked...I recalled and let out a puff....
I opened another pack...and regretted.
j.