There are
Dances and swirls
Of you,
On my cigarette
Every time I glance
Downward, and
Look up.
There you are,
Bright red and burning
You’ve lit my flame
You come up in my numbers
You show up in my cards
What do I got to do
To get you
Off my mind, and
Away from my delicate
Reminders
Of you,
So I can go on alone
Where I am
Comfortable.
