I See You, Gone With The Smoke Vanishing Poem by crisante igama

just go,
look not behind,
i don't want you to see sufferings,
i am enduring,
right now,
just go,
leave your footprints,
go with the happy memories,
in the deep recesses of my cave,
i will moan the pains by myself,
no one will hear and listen,
only the silence of the jungle,
witness the solitude of my song,
the wind will whistle my cries,
the flame of the bonfire,
smoke rises with the bitterness of the night,
i see you gone,
with smoke vanishing,
in the air of stillness,
just like my eyes,
nailed in the vastness
of my lonely skies.