Tag Archives: Coming to Terms

Curling Smoke

Cutting the strings that had bound my heart
Curling up with the smoke as it departs
From the hot embers that refuse to cool
Songs, thoughts, or dreams for a fool

A forgotten memory of the first kiss
Now able to listen to our songs I miss
Thoughts awake and dreams while I sleep
Acceptance comes hard, witnessed when I weep

© 2012 Michael Yost 08/09