Smoking With Ghosts

 Your ghost keeps me up at night 

Smokes in my room 

I smell it 

That olfactory trigger 

Memories develop like Polaroids 

Moments frozen in time 

Like smiles on celluloid 

Black and white dreams 

Laughter echoes my empty room 

I fell for the hologram that was your love 

Vanished as quickly as it came 

So I strike up a match 

Invite that ghost to hang a while 

Perhaps he will tell me things 

You were not evolved enough to say 

Smoking with ghosts 

Exhaling my grief 

Rising from the ashes 

That have fallen to the floor