As I go to change my shirt
I catch a wift of cigerette smoke
Tears begin to fill my eye
As thoughts of you pass by
The simple smell you'd create
By the burning of your cigars
Begins to linger in recall
As I remember the rides in your car
The paper I write on
Becomes soaked with tears
But I tell myself it's okay
Because I'm not crying due to fears
For if memories of you were never near
It would only mean
That a piece of you is not here
Because although you are gone
In my heart, your spirit lives on
And without the memories in my mind
I would cry sadness every night
May the smoke that I meet
Keep you alive within me
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