i had a dream about you,
before I knew.
it was short,
and so were you.
nothing has changed,
but I wish it had.
And I will think of you
with every cigarette,
just like I always have,
but probably not tomorrow
Or the day after that,
Because you were long ago,
And the smell is all that lasts.
And i’m used to you not being there,
but now it is not our choice.