Wisps of Smoke

 

Hail a cab, light a cigarette,
A sigh, a wish, some vain regret.

Wisps of smoke circle around me,
They twist, they twirl, they mock at me.

A smoke-face curls up, looks me in the eye,
Amused, bemused, he scowls and I die.

Sarcastic silence shrieks out of a grueling gaze,
Berates and picks at the sins I cannot erase.

Dazed with denial and clouded with rage,
Gradually dissolve amidst wisps - my only aid, only sage.

Destination arrives, I stub the cigarette out,
The smoke vaporizes but the hush will forever shout.