Monday, 21 September 2009
Cigarettes become silhouettes
ground into the wet pavement,
burnt after-images of a moment already lost;
time gone by, life unreclaimed-
and every day another joins the past,
insignificant physical reminders
of a life that too will soon pass.
like cigarettes ground into the pavement,
the ashes of memory littered upon the ground
as cigarettes become silhouettes;
burnt after-images of a moment already passed.