Angelica Ortiz

Rookie (8/1/88 / Mission Viejo)

Cigarette Ashes - Poem by Angelica Ortiz

What was I doing?
With a cigarette in my mouth
And bowl full cigarette ashes
With your name buried in it.


I flicker the lighter
On and off,
My eyes light up with fire
Thinking about you.


You are now
The cigarette ashes
Inside my cigarette ash tray, and I'm
Contemplating on what just happened here.


What were you thinking?
When a million questions
Came upon your ears,
And with a long silence came upon your voice?


'Without words echo in one's ear can really stir up a fire'

One last puff and blow
And a burn to my lungs as
I tap the cigarette upon
The cigarette ash tray with your name buried in it.


Your photos are now grey.
With holes and burns
As you came out to appear-
At the end



Just
Like
In
My
Tr ay
Of
Cigarette
Ashes.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 11, 2009


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