By Em Hatemore
Date: 2011 Sep 09
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Just Out of Reach

Your hand is outstretched
I am just out of reach
On the cusp of something new

Your fingers curl back
dissipating like smoke
rolling off your lips
from your last cigarette

Shove your greedy hand
back into your pocket
do not bother reaching
for me again

I am the smoke
from your last cigarette
watch the tempest vanish
vaporized like our love