Little Black Lighter

In my mind it was a reminder why
I was with her even in tough times.
She is gone but left behind,
A little black lighter that I now use as mine.
I remember the day she said she had it
And months later it was in my family's cabinet.
I like to think it was meant to be,
And fate runs its course again she and I will see.
Together not because of a little black lighter,
Because believing in love you must be a fighter.
As I sit alone and light my smoke brighter, 
I know i do so holding it just a little bit tighter.