The Cigarette butt inside my head

I wrote what you said on the piece of paper
heard every word and spelled it out
to write it on to the paper again
each word passing through me
the blood through the veins
each vein and each thought carrying your words as though they were mine
and then they leave me to sit and stare
with the smile on their face
the memory of the trip they just had
till the ashes blur the vision
and the paper gets burnt
and i take the smoke in
and smell it
just to let it out
my eyes fixed on to the ground
and my ears try to dispose of the cigarette butt
over the fading sound of your footsteps !