Wisps of Smoke How long does it take before the pain goes Until the soul forgets, fills the hole that belonged to another Can never be masked completely Indelibly marked in permanent marker The good, the laughs, the smiles Funny how the negatives The habits, the quirks and ticks The behavior that drove you, crawled under your skin Itched and irritated Dissipates Wisps of smoke upon a gentle breeze As if they were never important at all MJR
Posted on: Mon, 16 Sep 2013 00:06:44 +0000