I tried to comfort you,
With words
As transparent
As the tears streaming down your face,
As empty
As the dead leaves,
Scattered by November winds,
As clouded
As the pillars of cigarette smoke,
Slowly spreading their sickly sweet scent,
As fake
As the mask of someone a masquerade ball,
A meaningless, plaster facade.
With words
Easily washed away,
Blown away,
Covered by smoke,
Covered by a mask,
I tried to comfort you.