Cigarettes


I boxed up our memories
And couldn't help but cry
It felt like I was letting us die.

We had a good run,
but now when I look at my bed
all I see is the place
we both said those 3 tragic words

"I love you."

And, maybe that is why
ever since you left
The only place I can close my eyes
is the floor
with a cold pillow under my head.

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