Like cigar ash
my memories of you long linger,
tight packed in my heart
and in my head.
When my lungs make room
for new memories,
the ash burns as warm
as your smile,
smelling of cedar
and butter,
tasting of
the soft-sweetest spices.
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The prompt on DVerse this evening is to write an ash quadrille – 44 words, including the word ash.
Seamus O'Shaughnessy, Jr. 