Glancing in the rear view
in smoke there is you
as I wave goodbye with a tear
forming in an eye
of happiness because I know
I’ll no longer be a fool.
Those moments of deluge
appear on your face
as the Caddy purrs sweetly
as I press on the gas.
In smoke you disappear
like gray clouds
on days when my heart
gives thanks we are apart.
Ignited 
Some parting brings bliss. This I know from experience. There is an abracadabra moment here in all that smoke.
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Yes, that first kiss does not always turn out to be bliss. Sometimes it’s a fist knocking you down & out! ✌
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Ah, yes, that is so true.
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