Hot breath blown,
Brushing against the tip of my lip,
Comforts, like the touch of a security blanket.
Smoke folds into the sky;
Slowly up into another place.
Higher, past clouds of the same colors.
Emptiness fills a bottle,
Barefoot, gravel darkened soles of feet.
Where we used to walk;
I now walk alone.
A sun I used to love,
Now blinds me.
Burned, aging, it shines
I picture you lying on a cloud,
Petite arms, tanned;