In the Cigarette Smoke

Your coffee cup is still by the sink.
I stare at it longer than I should, I think.
I told myself I'd be alright,
But I've been lying to myself all night.
I keep the lights down low because I don't want to see all the empty spaces where you used to be.
And the cigarette smoke,
I still see your face floating through the room like a memory I can't erase.
When the cigarette smoke, I whisper your name.
You walked out of my life,