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Smoked Out Morning

I had you in my bed
The light silver curtain across my window
A net to catch my trail of early cigarette smoke
Next to your naked body
Languidly laying in supine glory
A Miles Davis record playing
Background to the morning of sweet goodbyes
As you left, holding your shoes in your hand
You promised to call
I was hoping you wouldn’t
And you didn’t
Thank goodness I exhaled