Coughin’

I let myself be smitten by the smoke.

Its curves and curls

Created you.

A piquant pareidolia

That filled me with

Visions and vestiges found in the fumes.

You begged to me to breathe it in

But I wept

For full lungs does not replace

An empty heart.

And once again, 

You dissipated

With a sigh.