It has been sweet: and nothing is so sweet
As sorrow. So I shall dwell in yearning, now,
And tomorrow, every day; without regret.
I know that I will fail to sleep, alone:
Re-enacting in my mind, those self-same motions
Clinging in my very hands what we have done.
I will itch for us. I will twitch and heave my chest,
Indulge in pain, lose patience at the thought
Of the next five seconds, and the next, and the next.
So one long, last goodbye. I hold you now
As I always held you, tenderly, and bring my lips
Into your breath, your touch; and even so
I hope it’s over. Let it linger, yet:
As I let the lights die out, now and forever,
The last life of my final cigarette.
“This time I mean it.” And I meant it, every time before now, too.