Smoke & Ashes

Prelude:
This poem came about because of an observation that men typically seem unaffected after losing someone and - instead of drowning in their circumstances like women - usually use alcohol, weed or speeding to get over their emotional pain. If you're a weed smoking male you may enjoy it. If not, skip over to the next blog entry.
Written: June 10th, 2012

All of your problems go up in the smoke.
You watch the gray rise into the air and draw another pull.
This joint is personal.
You think about the way she makes you feel.
Ashes fall.
You think about her hands on your skin.
Smoke rises.
You tell yourself you only need THC.
Ashes fall.
You exhale and form an ‘O’.
Smoke rises.
You say fxck her TLC.
Ashes fall.
Smoke rises.
Ashes fall.
Smoke rises.
You cough a little –
On the truth, not the smoke.
You think, “Maybe I missed a seed.”
You take a long pull.
Your eyelids drop.
You lean your head back
And relax.
Ashes fall.
Memories fade.
Ashes fall.
Memories fade.
“You don’t need her.”
“She’s not the one.”
Memories fade.
Ashes fall.
Smoke rises.

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