Cigarette Warmth (Paperback)

Did holding a cigarette
In your left hand
Remind you of the warmth
Of when you stroked my thumb

In the cinema screen, back row
Or when I sang
Phoebe Bridgers' Halloween
And you watched The 400 Blows

Or did it remind you of her
And did it occur to you

To open the window
And breathe out the past
I'm lying here wondering
Who was sat here last

With nostalgia creeping in
For some kind of home place
When you lent me your jacket
Let me into your space

Or did it remind you of her's
And whatever you were

Would you write my name in pencil
Spirit of Phenomenology
Would you listen to my songs
And my subsequent apology

It's autumn and it's raining
So lend me a knit
I'll cuff it with kindness
If I can taste your spit

Or would that remind you of then
And will I still be asking when?



Credits
Writer(s): Frances Wilde
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