Lethal White Stick
Sparked by one’s desire–to leave and be seen
Ash with regret
Passed memories burn through disintegrating whisps of smoke
Drags of Doubt
Smells linger–holding on to you for your last breath
The last time I looked at you: I let it drag like a cigarette.
The eye contact was pure and unbroken–like our past love.
Surrounding Me, Sinking Me–a moment in time
And like that I slowly began to turn away and I felt his eyes inhale the last summer cigarette.
Silver Ties 