By Em Hatemore Date: 2011 Sep 09 Comment on this Work [[2011.09.09.21.41.13420]] |
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 |