Smoke

I lit one stick, In the darkest of nights, its acrid kisses bring out hazy pictures of our distant memories. In its trailing smoke, I reached for you, in the darkness, I embraced your fairness. In my mind, danced your songs, as I breathed in its kisses. Slowly, a sweet narcosis envelops me, as my mind is filled with your every detail. Forgetting all traces of a painful reality, But behind all its sweetness, lurks the bitter truth; You’re leagues away from my side. My smoke slowly turns to ashes; Along with it, our memories; And all my desires, and wishes; it burns away, towards the darkness. I lit another stick..