Burn Out

I am your last cigarette
For the night
I am tight between your
Thin lips
Pulled in
Sucked on
And dragged

I am the ass
The filter
Brown and
Soaked in saliva
Thrown to the ground
And stepped upon
By a heel

I serve a function
I pass and
Poison a brief
Amount of time

The end of night
When you are
Too tired to
Kiss
And just sober
Enough
To hold back

Back to me
Still an ember
On a cold floor
Covered in your
Spit
Your now
Freezing spit

You shut the door
And slowly
The snow
Piles on top
Of me
And your leftover
Lips
Freeze around me
And I am forgotten
I was never
A memory
To begin with
Or end with

Just the only time
I was in your mouth

Come April
Come may
When the sun
Melts and
Dries
I will surface
And be swept off
The porch steps
Like a leaf that fell
In the Fall
And didn't blow away

I will remember
That night
That night
That you won't