burning these papers
these love letters on papers
and smoke ascend
tears aren’t forgotten

smoke you are
smoke ascending
and left me unspoken

remembering you
or forgetting you
breaking my heart
escaping me

smoke you are
gone gone gone
smoke ascending
hurting my eyes
hurting my heart



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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6 Responses to smoke

  1. But after the smoke comes clearing and new growth. The sting is gone and we can once again take in deep calming breaths of sweet air. We’ve all been there and you have described it so well.

  2. sykik says:

    Nice words.

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