Thoughts to words.
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Words to ink to paper —
To smoke and ashes,
Drifting gracefully
Into the great beyond.
I’m all out of tears, knowing
You won’t ever write back.
I’m all out of ink as well.
Every word I burn —
Call it offerings or prayers,
I don’t mind,
They are neither —
It sets another part of me free.
Peace of mind turned out to be
Watching the smoke rise
Towards the empty heavens,
Until it fades.
