The smoke you inhale inhales you...
All your once proud thoughts
Waft and disappear in the yellow light
All your words,
Like dissipating dreams,
Pass, unheeded
Except by the smoky portions of her brain.
Her eyes, like two foggy mirrors,
Won't show you the truth
Despite all your polishing.
Love's all guesswork,
Anyway.
Your dreams will be smoke-filled
Tonight, you think
As another couple enters
Letting in a breath of crisp, cool night air.
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