Crushed Cigarettes Left on the Floor
I met her years back in a local tavern
A bar, a pub, a gin spot, liquor room
And she followed me home without speaking
Without asking, without knowing who she was or
From where she had come from or going to
Her arm draped in mine holding
A cold six pack of beer in a paper sack
Her black knee length skirt bouncing there
While high heels clicked
And left a trail of music as we walked
Then she slipped past as I opened my apartment door
Not speaking, just looking, with a wink
And made her way into the stillness of the room
And came in visit to my bed
Where we sang songs of love for hours long
Until there was no more strength in us to carry on
And we drank the beer then gone warm
From the six pack left in my dead fridge
And lit a cigarette in the dark
A cloud of smoke swirled our heads
Glowed lightly from the light of the moon
In the morning she was gone
And I was left so all alone, so alone
With the scent she left behind slightly hanging in the air
The sheets left were ruffled and wet with sweat
With empty beer cans on the floor by the bed
Where a half smoked cigarette lay crushed upon the floor
She became just a memory then for months to a year
Until she chose to visit once again
She followed without speaking and slipped past me in the hallway
Going in the open apartment door
Where she slipped into my bed in the dark
And nestled with her head upon my neck
We loved each other like it was the day before the end
Then she was gone again in the morning light
Sheets were ruffled and wet with sweat
Empty beer cans beside the bed
Near a half-smoked cigarette that lay crushed upon the floor
Left me with there with the coming of the day and just a memory of her scent
She came and went at times with my not knowing if she would ever come again
While our hearts raced and melted together in the room without any air
With a window wide open to let any breeze in to cool our naked bodies lying there
The moon peeking in at two lovers adrift in moments of sexual wonder
And in the morning, there would be empty beer cans lying on the floor
Near a bed empty without her lying there
While a still smoldering cigarette lay crushed upon the floor
Left me empty somehow with just a memory of her scent.
