Wrote this on 8 April, 2024, after visiting a cigar shop…
I AM the smoke inside your lungs
and
when you exhale,
I’m the residue
clinging
to the inner lining
the walls
of your chambers
coating the inside
with
my color and warmth
and
making my mark
so
you’ll always be mine
across
all timelines…
and galaxies
forever, mine
Common Day Hero: I cannot begin to describe all that is the make-up of this deep, at times, sharp pain. Sometimes, crushing…sometimes, overwhelming…the tears seemingly endless. I sob into my pillow so as not to make a sound, that can be heard. And amidst the pain on this path, there has also been joy. sigh. So, through the tears, I offer praise…for moments that felt like Heaven on earth. For lessons learned, RMA, I dedicate this to you.
