Secondhand Reformed
Artist unknown
Secondhand Reformed
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| Artist unknown |
Your cigarette blooms
like a burnt apology.
Your puff
reminds me of the stench
I used to be.
Once, I called that smoke home—
now it wears the breath
of an ex-lover's lie,
curling toward me,
asking for one last kiss
I'll never give.
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This Quadrille (44 word poem) shared with those pastry puffs over at DVerse Poets Pub.
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Never smoked, and now I'm happy that so many other have stopped smoking too.
ReplyDeleteChris, it feels like you have a trauma association with cigarette smoke. Everybody in my family smoked like chimneys and I followed them from age ~17 to ~35. It's a dirty habit that kills you slowly.
ReplyDeletePowerful poem in just 44 words. My favorite part:
"it wears the breath
of an ex-lover's lie,
curling toward me,"
Ppwerful stayement
ReplyDelete"it wears the breath
of an ex-lover's lie,
curling toward me,"
Much lovr