Smoke

drawn into the air,
pleasant wisps
of vanilla vapors,
fragrance of
last year's love,
token to
remember you
by

float, swirl,
steam to ether fingers,
towards escape
under crease of
a shut window clasp;
of this
there can be
no more...

gentle
folk
essence,
purify this air,
your remnants
pressed upon
my glass heart

an ash of resin
I cannot
bring to flame
ever again,
no matter
how strong
this light of mine
burns

destination
mercifully
insulate
from even
mine inner sight,
lest this
sweet perfume
of snowbell nectar
speak
only of loss,
and never again
of what
you and I found
those
many
spring days