He held a wisp of smoke.

He held it like he held her hand.

But when the nights went on,

And summer came—

It all went into the air.

Among the stars and clouds,

Settling on blades of grass in the morning,

This love was everywhere;

Except for the hand of a damned man.

He mostly shunned himself,

But others wouldn’t let him forget,

Of the love and its absence.

Such hard things we must overcome!

But, the heart must desire such a thing—

And broken men with dreams abroad,

Must first travel and overcome their addictions.

What if one likes the feeling?

Oh such a crush I hold, I could break this world!

Relax is advice well received by me.

But I can’t seem to break this and all signs show,

That this is breaking me.

And so I hold my hands to the night skies,

Whispering profanities and shunning myself—

Hoping someday, I can obtain my wisp of smoke.