11th

Dark clouds
Hanging low in the winters sky
Memories of your cigarette smoke
Inhaling...Remembering
Scent of Dunhills
Watching you control the smoke
Without thought
Creating a smoke filled dance
Mingling with things unspoken
Always unspoken
But on the tip of my tongue
Bitter taste of regret
It's days like today
So close to your birthday
That I remember
What I wanted to say