smoke

I feel the cigarette between my fingers

Where your hand once was

Standing in the mud

The rain washes over me

My t-shirt soaked and clinging

Every little curve

I remember the exposure of your skin, the exposure of your truth

Telling you of love

Before you walk away

I know your kind

Smoke lingers in my mouth

Numbing my heart and mind

I don’t know you but I want you

The cigarette drips with rain and ash

Words are wasted and love leaves

When the rains come in Africa