A Kiss Goodbye
What's left behind when the smoke clears?
By Cathy holmesPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Ruvim Noga on Unsplash
You taste like the smoke of your still-burning cigarette.
It singes my fingers as I reach for your hand through the door.
The click of the lock – the toll of my heartbreak,
The empty package you threw on the floor.
The fire’s gone, and I am left to choke on the sooty remnants.
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Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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