the one I steal
from your hand
still damp from a shower
wet from your mouth
and your fingers
the best cigarette
the last one
before I leave
as we try to pack
all of us
into those last minutes
the best cigarette
fills this space
in my chest
when you are gone
I need to touch you
to know you are here
the best cigarette
one final drag
to see me through
it looks like us and
tastes like you
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