Smoke III


... if he were
the first man I ever loved
would I remain silent
next to his beauty?
If he were that man,
no shadow of memory
from a time before him
would dance in the periphery.
Still, I look at him
like he is the first.
As if that delusion were true
I fear this love before me
is blowing away like smoke.

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