Smoke

is the beginning of everyday;

the aftermath of every life.

Smoke

is when love is found;

when the walls allow someone in.

Smoke

is when love is lost;

the walls go up again.

Smoke

leaves the after-taste of misery,

after watching everything

burn to the ground.

Smoke

exhales the body

from the inhale of a drug.

Smoke

is the despair of letting go

and never getting back.

Smoke

is the start of a bright morning

and an end on a dark night.

Smoke

is the cold;

the frost on the car window

when its raining.

Smoke

is warm;

the heat from a stove

with a hovering hand.

Smoke

is the desire

that burns inside

while bodies mix on satin.

Smoke

is the pain

that rages inside

when the other body leaves.

Smoke

is everything;

what is known and what is not.

Smoke

is nothing;

everything that is had and everything wanted.