she held the cigarette between her index finger as if she was pointing towards her next foreseeable victim, but shortly it was blown out, the remaining ashes lit at the end of her tip. her cardamom eyes simmered, square but foundational, a million could love her.

i have stood here before
my heart untethered
in palms of grainy sand
salty winds flying by
waves conjuring into one another
as if they never end, and now I look
as each one is beginning like new
embracing themselves together
where foam caresses blue
my heart in bits and pieces
forever missing you