Strength
I saw you today
puffing the world
away at the end of
a poorly lit cigarette.
Reflection caught in
the glass of empty
eyes. It’s so hard to
believe, isn’t it?
That you’re so much
like me.
But your spirit hasn’t
been caught yet.
Still lost on the breeze,
caught in the forgetful
ocean.
And you believe that
you’ve found strength.
Sure.
But remember this.
I saw you today as
you let the world fall
in ashes around your feet.
