Smoke

Larissa has been on my mind all weekend.  Not that she's ever far away from it, but for some reason she seems more present.  It reminded me of something I wrote in 2009 for a Blogophilia post on Myspace, and thought I'd revisit it.

As I watched the smoke from my cigarette

curl and plume

I thought about her,

I thought about you,

I thought about us

And I realized how everything

is everchanging.

Interconnecting.

Evolving.

Life is death...

Death is life.

One can't exist without

the other.

You......Me

One can't exist without

the other.

Then you were beside me

watching me thinking,

watching me watching the smoke from my cigarette

curl and plume,

You asked me “What was going on in there”

as you touched my head.

I said “Do you think she approves?”

“Yes,” you replied

And quietly took my hand in yours.

Copyright Steven Clark 2009