cigar’s last embers
with the dying of the light
glowing to the end
cigar’s last embers
with the dying of the light
glowing to the end
barefoot on wet grass
feeling droplets between toes
of late from rain clouds
love will never die
as long as we remember
pass the story on
the time it takes
to burn off the week’s stress
length of good cigar
too soon the song ends
attuning to melody
pauses go unheard