I've been longing for a smoke for a while now, I've also been longing for him. The two are one in the same. As I watch the smoke rise, I remember all we were and all we did. It's a peaceful, yet deadly nod to the past. Too many things are connected to him, to us. I wonder when it'll go away. Instead, I lid a candle and watch the smoke rise to the heavens, sending up my prayers for peace.
