In smoke

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.

in smoke

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  1. poetryfromtheinkwell
    April 2, 2019 at 2:04 pm

    Some parting brings bliss. This I know from experience. There is an abracadabra moment here in all that smoke.

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    • April 2, 2019 at 4:21 pm

      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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      • poetryfromtheinkwell
        April 2, 2019 at 5:44 pm

        Ah, yes, that is so true.

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