the agony of pleasure : wasting words on lower cases and capitals

sleeping with ghosts

tonight i will fall asleep with the ghost of you.
love, you have been gone for more than a year now
sometimes i still resent the angels that led you in
i like to think that you visit me on cold nights like this 
where your scent falls around me like a blanket
and the echoes of your laughter vibrates this stale air
that now moves only with every plume of exhaled smoke
that escapes from my chapped lips with a sigh
i remember, darling, how you said (also with a sigh)
my cigarettes would be the death of me but
truth is, love, your death was the death of me
but i tell myself that the morning light
will make everything perfect again
because tonight i will fall asleep with the ghost of you.