He thought she would stay
but she was smoke
dancing from his cigarette
entangling herself in his lungs
he could not hold her
she left swiftly and softly
flitting away through his exhale

She writes with the stars
and she speaks in soft phrases,
and she holds close to the door,
for if she ever wants to
escape this world,
she needs but only take a few steps
to find open air
and the freedom in herself.