• momo1k 9w

    Smoke

    I see parts of my life slip away, as I stare into the hot embers.
    The smoke rises, my eyes tear up, I remember a saying my mom told me.
    The most faithfull need smoke in their lives, because wheres smoke there's fire, wheres fire there's passion.
    So I take a deep breath in, and release it, i see a cloud form, and memories seep back in.
    And fade without warning, I try to remember, but everything is foggy.
    I come back down, left all alone again.
    Grab my lighter and light another one repeat, until I finally remember.

    ©momo1k