A Wisp of Smoke
And there I was...
a cigarette in hand
It was all I could hold.
You came to me
spoke of things
so small.
I allowed them in.
I could take the littleness of it all.
Nothing larger than my breath.
My vessel was full,
full of bigger things.
More than you could ever hold in your empty heart.
Empty, it was still full of your foolishness.
But even so
a wisp of smoke
can fill the void
again,
tainted air
is full of despair
and I choke!
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2007
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