Whisps Of Love Poem by soren Barrett

Through a paper straw he drank his smoke like a thirsty man water
Burnt, a life's harvest dispersed in air, a love fading the more he sought her
More parched with each exhausted puff, each gulp sucks him dry
A burning desert his scorched thoughts, no oasis his wet eye

How do you call back smoke once exhaled
or vapors of time from a relationship failed
A burnt out cigarette butt you throw away
but its dead smell with you will stay night and day