Night Smoke


Night Smoke

Incomplete, it rises
only to dissipate

like the griefs we shape,
somehow unnoticed,

beyond reach but felt.
Last night’s moon, the glance.

Forgotten stars, a withheld
kiss, words we never formed.

How difficult to be lost.
So easy to remain unseen.

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“Night Smoke” last appeared here in June 2016.


38 thoughts on “Night Smoke

  1. “words we never formed” ? I don’t think this applies to prolific writers like myself. although I feel unseen anyway, despite all the words I formed. Perhaps, they were just never heard or read.

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  2. Feeling a bit of night smoke at the moment, stuck on the side of the road with a flat tyre. I was sending out smoke signals for help. It is dark but my Car Assist Service is on the way. Already 8.45pm, a very late dinner tonight.

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