Smoke

I think of you when the world is still,

I know you would never ask for a bill.

I think of you when the world is still,

photo of gray smoke

Like smoke I sense you,

I am choked by you,

I am moved to tears by you,

I take in a different scent because of you…

But you…oh, how you torment me, blank pages, coffee pots, endless playlists, mosquito bites, cold meals, impending tasks.

I think of you when the world is still,

Because you are like smoke, a sure sign of fire to some, but to me, you weave worlds unknown to man.


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