Poem: Puff (Back In The Day)
the way smoke curls, lingers
then leaves. The way smiles so often seem
the same no matter what. The chance to
make a difference never made any difference.
I leave in a puff of smoke. No magic
trick there. Your lingering smile
will never leave me. I’m lucky.
I hope you think so too.
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