Ashes

My darling

with a cigarette in

her hand

and those dark dark eyes that blur

my senses –

how she stares at me

and I stare back

and the only thing

between us that is understood

is the sadness,

that damn damn sadness,

melting through our tears,

burning in our chests,

and as I lift her chin

in my hand

and press my lips

to her white white cheek

I say from the ashes burning in my heart:

You have me.