The Smoke...It Rises

Every day, as I watched him,
I wondered if he could ever leave
This thing that he inhaled,
Didn't it consume his every breath?

As I kept thinking, I noticed
The smoke, it rises

His eyes had love in abundance,
But remorse was never far away
I wish it were different, he added
'Can you see me any different?'

As I kept thinking, I noticed
The smoke, it rises

What happens when you burn
All the way through?
Is guilt the ashes left behind?
Or of a promise that could have been?

As I kept thinking, I noticed
The smoke, it…

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Soumojit Basu

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