I lit just one stick
Thinking I will forget.
One puff of cigarette
To forget her hair,
The silken smoke flew
And reminded me still.
Another long inhale
To forget her smell,
The tinge of odor
Has reminded me still.
I looked at the ember
To forget her face,
But the warmth of it
It reminded me still.
Half I smoked, half I threw
To forget it all.
I picked it wanting
To be reminded still.
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