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.