Last Cigarette

i remember myself desolate
and you, desperate to have me
eating up all the promises
in the palm of your hands

i remember as if
it's all in the past, as if
you're not in my bed, as if
i've not made you my world while it lasted

and you reach but can't touch
anything further than flesh
and i fake a soul to surrender
and drown my tears in cigarettes

i remember other hands
that tried like yours do
rough and rushing, impatient
to have what i can no longer give

i remember them like
they never really were, like
dreams forgotten in wakefulness
like i remember you

while you reach but touch
nothing more than flesh
and i fake a soul to surrender
and drown my tears in cigarettes

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