Nothing Arrived

Faint cigarette smoke lingers on your shirt
And though I'd never liked the smell,
It's different on you.
And maybe it's because I've been so busy,
Busy falling in love with you,
Again and again
In so many ways-
As you make random old ladies laugh,
As you dance with your nephew at a wedding,
As you joke with your dad about lettuce-
I didn't see the cliff
Until I went tumbling over it,
And all I can hope
Is that the smell of cigarettes mixed with your cologne
Will be there to catch me.