All my love
This ashtray contains all the cigarettes I smoked while you were mine
Each one of them was smoked with your thought on my mind
They contain all my love for you, the missing when you left
And all my regrets for you, my time stolen, lost, perhaps it was theft
For you robbed my time, like these cigarettes snatched hours from my life
I’ve been looking at this ashtray, with your memories in it
I guess today is the day, for me to finally empty it, and what’s left of my affections for you with it











