Smoke Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Smoke



I follow from the distance,
the smoke escapes your mouth and I fear
you might be turning to ash.

Some time ago
I replaced you with
the one that
writes letters and
argues about
the fate of our promises.

Now it's good
to kiss a mouth that
doesn't taste like death.

Friday, December 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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