Evening and all that Jazz

I dedicate this cigarette to you
like the other things you lit in my life
that are burning slowly down to the end

another time I would have become
a nun out of reach of the world

the world which fades
slowly with your face into this page

I would be safe from your return

but here which knows no haven
anything can happen

the sky can open and swallow you
before my astonished gaze

after a shipwreck debris floats
in the waves
I search in a disconsolate dinghy
for any sign of hope
light fades

like a patchwork quilt slowly sinking
the world fragments
into haze