Ashes To Ashes

Cigarette ash falls like snow
Drifting slowly to the ground
My memories never fading
The acrid smell profound

But ashes are not snowflakes
Not in winter, not at all
But one after the other
They all have to join the fall

Ash won't make a sound
But you landed with a thud
Eyes filled with crystal tears
And pavement wet with blood

So I'll light two up tonight
One for me, and one for you
Because the nicotine isn't enough
And I fear I'm falling, too