your tears have fallen at bay
and so has the rain.
sudden comfort has overcome you;
there's warmth in your
heart once more.
as you light up another cigarette,
your thoughts race.
you take the first drag
and let out a puff of smoke
that lingers in the air for a
few moments, then disappears.
you've let the past memories go,
and now new memories
begin to show their faces.
a breeze comes in through the
open window and chills you slightly.
the breeze has begun to pick
up speed and becomes a gust of wind;
it feels nice.
you look into the mirror to only
see how terrible you look;
you've cried all of your makeup
off and your eyes remain puffy
and red from all of the tears.
you put your cigarette out
and watch as the smoke rises
up and floats out of the
window and into the wind.
you've come to the realization
that you've been living in your past,
and that you've been locked inside
your own prison; a prison of memories.