I take another breath
it comes so comfortably,
but every cloud of smoke
that escapes my lips
unfolds into the image of you.

Like the bridges you burned
the smoke still sears
the skin on the tips of my fingers
as I reach for you across the
silver abyss at my toes.

The faraway place where
you seem to stay
was never my home.
As the embers burn
the last few beams
and the ropes fall
deeply down.

I take another drag
and unfold your face
so I cannot forget
the way I looked at you
And the way you looked
at me.