Your cigarette smoke

Billows, through the incoming light

Swirling, stale reminders

Of passion's flames extinguished




My head rests against 

The window pane, my finger

Traces your fading

Outline, as you walk away




On the walk ways end

Stopping, you turn, looking back

Winds gently blowing

Whipping, your dark mane of hair




Your jade eyes softly

Misting, sorrowful goodbyes

Long last looks, committing

Carving memories into stone




I should beckon you

Back into my waiting arms

Blowing a kiss, you 

Turn away, into darkness




My fist against the glass

Falling shards of "I should haves," cut

My heart, flesh, I bleed

Blood spills "I love you's" in streams




Picking up scattered 

Bits of heart, soul, at my feet

Pieces of me, that

You wanted, needed to have




Sifting charred remains

Alone forever in my house, of 

Laughter, tears, love made

Our memories, ashes, of yesterday