A Breath of Smoke

I.

I used to bicker and snicker over the pain
of a woman who cried herself dry and numb
for a love and a passion that could’ve lasted
till her last whimper.

Little did I know that I would be sitting here
with fire melting the ore into a molten metal
that will soon become the blade of my veins,
reminiscing and regretting a love that ended quicker
than the timespan between two lonely love stains.
Little did I know that I would be sitting here,
thinking and writing and thinking –
of you…

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