Ashtray Memories

He left a pack on the windowsill. Just one left, but it speaks so much. The ashtray knows all his secrets. Even the ones he never Touched. Smoke curls like his old sweater's thread. Still clings to me like Silent words. The night a match that burned too Fast. And left a silence that still Hurts. Some love never needs a sound. Like a cigarette halfway down. Ashtray memories waiting still. For someone who never will. Barstool ghosts, they hum the blues. In places we used to choose. He said nothing, but I heard. Every goodbye in that Word. The fan still turns above my head. Echoes tapping on the rim of red. If we met again, I'd say no line. Just offer him his brand of wine. The ash would speak what lips don't dare. And leave the truth hanging there. Not love, not hate, just Air. So now Leave.