The Smell of Cigarettes

The car smelled like cigarettes
And us
You had washed off the stench of her the other night
But I still saw it:
Her hands in your hair, hoop earrings laying askew on my dresser
You were the ocean
I was the wreckage
I was silent
Words cause too many fractures in between silences
The radio was on
You weren’t looking at me
If you did you’d see her
You were the ocean
I was the wreckage
Still lost at sea
You started the car and we drove
Lighting more cigarettes
Trying to forget like smoke so often does