Shadow of Smoke
The sweet gritty aroma of wood turned ash clings to you
Just as I cling to the thought of you
This fragrance, is tangled in my hair
Unwilling to be washed clear,
A yearning, burned into place
Singed into my memory
Left only as a lingering shadow
In sight but yet untouchable
Sensible and yet intangible
My warm skin a sharp but welcome contrast
To this cold I feel inside and out
How can I be cold when I am flushed?
When warmth radiates from my flesh
When my heart quickens and my breath catches?
Yet cold I am
Cold as the tears slipping past my boundary
The sharp contrast of a cool streak
Left against the pink swell of my cheek
How can I fix this breach?
To keep the cold and warm apart
As they touch, they dull one another
Opposites colliding in beauty marred by pain
The warmth and cold, alone and together, are real
The smoky aroma haunting me is real
The memory, the longing within me, is real
All is real
Except the shadow of you