Smoke

Of all the things I gave to the wind,
It was you, who left me empty.

The burn embers of a dying cigarette,
The lost ashes of what was once human,
The weary light of a candle just before it dies,
cries with me.

Often upon the winds feet you dance,
enticing me, whimsically teasing the doors of my breath,
mocking me, singing a song of warmth
and asking me if I still remember?

oh how could I tell you in my life's desperation
how much I still remember how you once felt
between my fingers,
breathing life into my being,
awaiting to be blown away...

Oh I still remember.

Your memory haunts my lips
making them quiver for another mouthful of you,
for your life to exorcise my soul
and in second make my eyes teary in ecstasy.

And such is the torment I live,
unknown to your dance, but you still
with your elusive smile taunt me such,
reminding my soul how it was to be holy!

Oh torment me not now,
for everyday is beginning to be just
a pain stained memory of how without you
we are but ashes waiting to be be.