The fumes, the ashes faded with hours, but your memories
never really faded with time.
I wanted to live more,
but the void you left in my life spoke of promises you did,
but never meant.
I was left with no choice, but finding another way of feeling strong,
alive and complete.
Every cigarette I smoked,
kissed away the soreness of my broken heart
and hopeless mind.
I earnestly wished to have someone by my side,
someone faithful, without complaining about my rugged
And, I found my
ashtray to be more faithful than you,
holding every piece of my
broken self with tenderness of
life and death.