November Cigarette Light

<< >> I lit a cigarette out on the empty porch Where the wind

still whispers your name The ember danced like it was trying to stay

warm But everything here feels colder since you changed The moon cut

lines through the dust in the air Little ghosts floating out of my

hands And I swore I heard you laugh in the crack

of the chair But it's just an echo of what we used to have

And now I'm talking to shadows Like they know what went wrong Every memory hits

harder When the nights get this long And there's something in that cigarette