Cigarettes and Tarot Cards

You kissed me hard and I searched your eyes for some words you might not be saying, 

But all they offered up was the color of my son's baby blanket, the blue of the ocean, the color of the sky before dawn.

So I went home and read our tarot cards by the open window.

The swords, the wands, the pentacles, death and the inverted hierophant.

Sometimes there aren't any good answers, or maybe some questions just shouldn't be asked

So I went outside for another cigarette instead, and wrote you a letter I knew I'd never send.