abstract backdrop of twisting smoke

Slowly stirring

the cold ash,

he sifted her words

from a memory

which had drifted 

softly into air, 

like smoke.


she danced

away in silence.

His words slurred

into darkness:

his story was

not her story.

(February 28, 2019)

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