smoke on your tongue, a poem

And finally we said goodbye

Your eyes meeting mine for the last time

And I didn’t cry

Though your words were cruel

Lashing out like whips of fire

Mirroring the passion that once burned with desire.


Like the cigarettes you lit

They dissolve like silt,

Running like sand through my fingers

And out like a light,

The smoke permeates the air

Sticky and lingering distastefully on the tip of your tongue.

The bitter tang not unlike the feel of your cruel words

sucking the air from my lungs.


As you walked away

My soul soared

Like the snapping of a cord

The breaking of a new day

Your eyes flickered down

And we finally said goodbye.

0 comments

Leave a comment